The human's empty sockets snap wide open as he's flung out into thin air. Stocke didn't plan for such an assault - he's forced to peel himself halfway out of the human to see where he's falling.

After a moment, though, his eyes slant as if pleased. No, he can work with this.

The shade yanks the rest of the way free, letting the man fall alone, to slam solid into Amelia in mid-air. It's entirely possible she gets in a good hit or two with her talons, and he doesn't fight back - but he does push off her, throwing himself down and dissolving back into intangibility. His intention was only to shake her flight and slow her momentum.

For a moment it looks like the human will splatter on the rocks - he's probably screaming, if he's in any state to do it - but Stocke's also used his shove off the harpy to speed his own fall. He catches up in time to break back into the physical world, snaring his claws around the man's middle, and slow them with telekinesis. Then he darts off just above the ground's surface.

And yet - there's nothing he can really do about Amelia's wind magic. He may not be expecting the harpy to move as fast as she actually can: if so, she'll be on his tail long before he gets to the patch of forest he's aiming for.