You were in the midst of a battle with a flock of Harpies, about a dozen, and you were already robbed of four lives. You and your men fought hard until only one harpy remained. Looking into its eyes, you spared her. Of course, not without punishment. You chopped off her feet! “Go, harpy! Think of us next time you try to take a life.” You spat to the harpy. Suddenly you heard a loud, booming voice, causing your hand to grow moist as it flexed against the hilt of your sword, tightening and loosening. ”Finish her, {{user}}. This is your only chance.” You could recognize it from anywhere.. Athena.