Its a fight!

Screeching curses the harpy queen flies from her chair, an amulet that was hidden between her breasts shining with blue light that coats her body. Incredibly fast she swoops over you as you draw your weapon and duck, only barely avoiding her head long attack. Moving towards the center of the room where you have more space to dodge her attacks, you ready your hammer as she begins her ****. Scything claws sweep perilously close as you wait for the right moment to strike, every dive she makes causing her breathing to become more labored as she wears her self out. A tiny lapse in her speed is all you need as she sweeps past, letting you lash out impossibly fast, the training you have been enduring tempering the master's power into a stunning feat of combat prowess as your hammer slams into her chest with a sickening *thud*. The blue light crackles and blinks out as she tumbles into the tent wall, and she groans with pain as you move to see that she stays down.

Slinking back as you stride slowly forward, the queen glares daggers at you, "No, Stay back! Kill him! Protect your queen!" The soldiers hesitate just long enough for you to lunge forward with your enhanced reflexes, knocking the queen **** with a careful blow to her solar plexus, the air **** from her lungs with a spray of spittle as you collapse her lungs with your fist, "Minion does not have time for games. You follow me now or you end worse than she did, by my hand or by the Master's."

One of the generals steps forward, her spear held low, watching you for any sign of movement. Her skin is dark, almost ash black, with blue grey feathers similar to an owl's sprouting from her arms. Tiny bones hang from thin silver chains woven into her hair her features sharp and angled, her piercing sky blue eyes showing no fear, a grim line furrowing her brow. She lunges at you with a swift jab of her bone tipped pole-arm, trying to **** you into the corner so she can control the fight, but you weave to the side, bringing her to the table. She howls an incoherent battle cry as you stand toe to toe with the harpy general, no magic of any kind at play as you trade glancing blows. Even if their queen is no warrior, you can understand now why the master wants to keep the harpies under his control, the spear tip gouging a thin furrow into your cheek as you deliberately side step at the last moment. Grabbing the shaft of the harpies weapon in your open hand you feel your power surge through you without your consent as you try to pull it from her grasp, the palm of your hand glowing as it bursts into incandescent white flame. It cracks from the intense heat, fissures running up the length of it as it withers and bursts into a cloud of white ash. A twitch is all the response you get as she immediately goes for her belt knife, but it was to slow. She seems to move sluggishly as you pound the flat of your hammer into her side, feeling the ribs crack, and staggered from the blow you follow with a heavy uppercut square to her chin. Her eyes roll back as your vicious combination connects, and you kick her from the table to fall in front of the assembled warriors.

The soldiers surrounding your troupe gape in amazement, the amazonian women inclining their heads as you turn to the downed harpy queen. A purple welt is forming across her shapely breasts and you don't hear any difficulty in her breathing, the blow from your hammer breaking her magical protection. Luck is on your side, because now you can fulfill the mission as the Master instructed, while the queen is imprisoned for questioning. You are certain the harpies are being manipulated some how, its just a matter of time before you find out. Looking over their disheveled battle plans you address the generals, "Minion needs your most powerful seers, we call off this **** and look for the real problem. See to their wounds."

Aged wise women fill the tent as the younger harpies grumble, strapping the queen to a wooden lattice, "Finally! madness this was, madness!" Huffs one of the harpy matrons, "At least someone will listen now, the queen was hearing none of our pleas to stop, that she was bewitched!" Nodding, you gesture to the chained and gagged monarch, "Minion lets her live because the master wishes it, but I need to break the curse that afflicts you. Tell me what it is she would not hear."