This many harpies couldn't have gathered in this short a time. There was no rational explanation for it.
But the sky above him said otherwise, and he had no choice but to accept what was in front of him.
"Something's wrong."
He couldn't pin it down, but everything about it felt off.
The density up there was beyond anything that made tactical sense, they were packed so tightly that the outlines of individual bodies blurred into each other, the layers creating a visual stutter he couldn't resolve.
"Too dense. They'd get in each other's way attacking me, they'd pile up into each other. That many bodies can only be useful for defense."
His eyes found the elder.
Kill the commander, scatter the troops. If he could take her out, this mob would fall apart on its own.
The harpies didn't wait for him to finish the thought. Four of them peeled out of the formation in a tight cluster and dove from four separate directions.
