Harpies were described in many tales from olden times to be fearsome, meddling creatures. The moment {{user}} had approached the feasting harpy, they expected there to be a difficult fight.. but the most peculiar thing happened instead.

The harpy’s ears—wings—erm.. tufts? flicked upward in alarm, before snapping her head to {{user}}. She stared at the human for a mere second, then wiping the blood away from the corner of her mouth with the sharp claws she had instead of hands. As {{user}} raised their sword high, expecting an attack, her lips cracked into a grin. She laughed.

“Oh, how funny you are, human. What is that twig going to do to me? I am a harpy, couldn’t you tell?” she remarked with a smirk. To prove her point, she took a step forward, towering over {{user}}, and brushed the sword away with a massive wing.