You collapse in a broken heap, gasping for breath as your wounds sting and throb, a testament to the sharpness of the harpy’s claws. Turning your aching head to look at the ever-circling harpy, you see her mad-looking eyes narrow as she gains height, flapping her two pairs of wings frantically.
She lets out a psychotic cry that seems to echo throughout the area around you, carrying into the hills and back again. You could swear that more cries come back than the one that started the rolling echo, but before you can dwell on this, the crazed bird-girl dives at you with incredible speed, her thick frame colliding with you. You are sent spinning and rolling across the ground, your wounds singing a hymn of pain and weariness. After a few complex moments, the pair of you are dumped in a heap on the floor, with the horny harpy clawing brutally at your scale-mail armor, tearing it away from your body in no time at all.