The Harpy hissed at me before trying to throw me off, forcing me to take action by digging the tip of the talon into her skin. She howled in both rage and pain, but it was enough to get her to do as I ordered. However, when she started to take me down, the Queen noticed us and soon had other ideas.
I watched as she kicked up a spear that had been in the grasp of a dried-up severed arm. Then, after only taking a moment to take aim, she threw it through the air, only just giving me enough time to react. It flew straight at us making a humming sound as it cut across the space. Then I was jerked, as it hit its intended target, being the chest of her offspring. Thanks to my knowledge of these weapons I grabbed a handful of her hair and dropped my shoulder back out of the way so I too wouldn't be skewered by the same rusted tip. It just barely grazed my collar bone making me hiss in anger.
However, my next problem soon became an obvious one as I was now riding on the back of a dead Harpy and there was only one place we were headed…
We were going down.
“Fuck, but how I wish you were a plane right now!” I complained as the only thing I could think to do was reach out and grab the tops of her wings and whilst holding steady, I gained my feet on her back like she was a fucking surfboard!
“Oh shit, oh shit…fuck me, this is…fuck!” I yanked back hard so at least the air was pushed up against her wings like sails on a boat!
“Oh shit, its fucking working!” I shouted amazed as it started to slow our fall enough that I ended up turning this corpse of a Harpy into a damn glider!
I quickly pulled back hard the moment we were a metre from the ground, braced for impact and made the body beneath my feet skip to a stop once it hit black sand. I most definitely had to class this among one of my successes and when telling this story back to Lucius I would have to remind him that this was one occasion where I hadn't shot the pilot!
Someone else had and speaking of the Queen, well that bitch was all mine. In fact, when seeing this epic landing (thank you very much) her mouth had literally fallen open in utter shock as she was struck dumb at the sight. Not that I blamed her for her reaction, I just blamed her for everything else.
I then used her astonished state to my advantage, yanking the now broken spear from my demonic glider after first kicking it over to do so. Then I threw what was left of it at the Queen, catching the tail of her skirt and pinning her to the ground. Doing this gave me just enough time to get to her and prevent her from getting to the Eye.
Which meant that by the time I got to her, she was trying to tug her way free tearing at her skirt and stumbling to stay on her birdlike feet. I quickly found my own weapon, which ended up being a spiked mace residing amongst a heap of ash and I couldn't help but mutter to myself,
“At least it's not bloody this time…nope, just fucking heavy.” I was just taking my first swing at her when she ducked, tearing an even larger section of her skirt in the process.
“Quite honestly, I think it looks better as a mini skirt,” I said with an evil grin down at her bird legs, adding,
“The scrawny chicken look is so in this season.” At this she sneered back at me and soon found her own weapon, meaning that the fight had really begun.
“What's the matter, that power of yours all gone?” she taunted back, and I had to admit I wished in that moment I could have proved her wrong and shot her with blast from my palm. Instead I had to use what the Gods and my father had given me before coming to this place, which was proven when I said,
“I don’t need anything extra to beat your chicken ass!” Then my fist connected with her jaw. Admittedly this wasn't as effective as the power the Eye had given me, but it was enough to have her stumbling to one side with a bleeding lip.