Date: 2016-07-09 08:35 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] fistsofjustice
fistsofjustice: (determined)
That was unexpected. Amelia swipes at the shade viciously, tearing whatever parts of him she can get her talons on, but there's little satisfaction in that and he breaks free soon enough. She screeches when he latches into the human, a sound of anger and pure frustration – he tricked her again! He's like the shades in stories, a cunning creature who uses underhanded methods to achieve his goals.

She can't allow him to get into the forest. She can fight him on the open, moonlit shore, but he's as good as gone once behind the trees. They're hard to maneuver around at night, she'll never find him in the dark.

Stocke may have gotten himself a head start, but his advantage disappears rapidly. A solid shade toting a half-dead body is no match for a harpy in the sky, with the wind at her command and righteous fury to spur her on. She catches up soon enough, and the wind howls terribly as it blows across the shore, focused mercilessly at Stocke and its cargo. Playing tug-of-war is pointless when the opponent can turn intangible and possess the prey. She'll have to separate them first, then catch the human and take to the sky where the shade can't reach.
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