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And so finally after who knows how long, when you've exhausted yourself and need to sit down for a long rest... between pants and with sore arms do you marvel at the whole bloody mess. The tree cast aside, with few branches or any leaves left attached, with some mangled harpies entangled in what remains. And those not stuck in the tree, a scattered bunch of broken bodies and feathers absolutely everywhere, even on you!
Over your heavy breathing you can still hear the occasional gasp or pained cry, from the few harpies that still cling to life. But none of them are able to flee now so easy enough for you to just put out of their misery. In fact only one or two of the monsters at best did manage to flee; those hesitant ones perched in the trees, not all of whom you hit with rocks before needing to charge in for the majority on the ground. If you had to guess, fleeing back to their nest in the old windmill. You suppose you could pursue them in an attempt to see the flock entirely destroyed, but you doubt you'd be able to catch or kill the remaining few in their own environment. The important thing is, you wiped out the vast majority of the harpies and doubt they'd be able to recover from so few remaining, if they even risked remaining in the area in the first place.
A decent effort you think, as your mind wanders to a reward.
>Wat do?
