Sixteen harpies in all, each held in grasp by the Hippo Poets with one hand, the majority of whom had passed out from the shock. Only three continued hyperventilating, each choked cough accompanied by spatters of blood.
"These are not Harpies from the Goliath Clan!" Gortani's beautiful brow furrowed in anger, her glare fixed on the group with their varied colored wings.
