A/N: We're at chapter 10, but Luka hasn't even touched happiness village yet. Am I going too slow? I have no earthly idea.
On with the thing!
Clarissa had been a gaurd at the Harpy Village for many years. In that time, she'd dealt with many unorthadox situations, such as bar fights, rowdy children, adventurers, ETC. She prided herself on being the most experienced in gaurding the town.
But nothing could have ever prepared her for the sight laid before her.
The man's torso had been slashed open, multiple cuts blending together to form a single, rough-looking gash. Long, bloody ropes of intestine were strewn around the place. They laid on the floor, stuck to the walls, and hung from the rafters.
And the smell. Oh god, the smell! It was a coppery, fecal smell that left her light-headed.
A pair of harpy wings laid on the floor. Bits of bone and strings of tattered muscle shot out from the ends. They'd likely been torn off.
Clarissa noticed a bloody, shattered window, and, with trepidation in her heart, peered out of it, staring at the ground. Sure enough, the remains of a harpy was splattered on the ground. If they weren't dead when their wings were ripped off, then the fall most certainly killed them. The impact force had turned their body into a mass of bloody meat and bone.
Who could've done this? Not only was it morally fucked up, but it also required a lot of physical srength. Ripping a harpy's wings off wasn't something any normal human could do.
She needed to tell the captain.
*LINEBREAK... Also back to present time.*
The first one, a spearman, it seemed, lunged for him, seeking to end it right there. How could she even hold a spear? She had no hands.
This was a question that Jason would file in the back of his mind to ponder at a later time, as he was currently being attacked.
He grabbed the spear, and wrenched it out of her hands. With a thrust, he rammed it through her torso, completely bypassing any armor she'd been wearing. It exited through her back, dragging her stomach with it.
He kicked her towards the other charging bird-people. One of them jumped over it, but the other was knocked over.
He jolted forwards suddenly, knocked off-balance by something. He turned around, and saw the bird-lady who'd come from the house. How had he forgotten about her?!
Somewhere, in the depths of hell, Pamela Voorhees facepalmed. At least, that's what Jason imagined.
Evidently, she'd tried to stab him with a sword. The blade had broken on contact, and she was holding only the broken handle. The jagged ends were sharp, Jason noted.
Quickly, he tore it from her grasp, and ran it along her throat, slicing it open. Great spurts of blood poured from the wound, running down her body, forming little watefalls of blood as they went. She gasped and choked, clutching at her throat.
And then Jason punched her in the face, hard. So hard, in fact, that her head left her body entirely, hitting a nearby tree. It splattered like an overripe tomato.
The remaining two had backed off, deciding to play it safe. Whenever he'd attack, they flew back.
Jason, more than a little annoyed by this, decided to try something else.
He came at her again. This time though, when she flew up into the air, he jumped, grabbing her by the ankle. She struggled, trying hard to break free. She was no match however, and that soon became apparent.
Without any semblance of mercy, he viciously slammed her body into the ground. The crack of her bones breaking echoed throughout the forest. She screamed, both in terror and in pain.
Jason stamped down on her wing, rendering it useless. Sharp bits of bone stuck out at odd angles, dying her feathers red.
The final bird-person jumped into the air, attempting to flee. Without a second thought, he tossed his machete, aiming for her torso.
It lodged itself in between her lungs, not hitting anything vital. She fluttered for a moment, and fell.
Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her over to her comrade.
Using the body of the impaled one, he savagely brought her down onto the other. Snaps and screams filled the air, along with occasional gouts of blood.
Jason quickly grew bored of the creatures. In a display of strength, he ripped the skull from one of them, spine intact. He the used his new weapon to impale the other one, finally killing her.
Blood stained the grass, marring the beauty of this once-peaceful place. One creature's eyeball had popped out at one point, swaying back and forth from the socket like a demented pendulum.
He grabbed his machete, and walked away, leaving the bodies in a broken heap.
"YOU!"
Jason swiveled around, facing whoever had just spoken.
Another bird-woman stood before him. She was different though. She wore elegant clothing, and had a kind regal atmosphere surrounding her.
"What kind of creature are you? How can you just so callously murder anyone in such a brutal fashion?" She asked, barely contained fury behind her words.
Jason said nothing, and continued staring at her, regarding her as nothing more than another potential kill. He wasn't outright hostile, since she wasn't sinful, and hadn't threatened him yet.
"You've killed my subjects, and I cannot let that slide!" She exclaimed, her wings opening to their full length. "I am the Harpy Queen, and by my authority, I sentence you to death!"
Jason's eyes widened as he felt a sudden burst of power radiate from her being. It was not dissimilar from the dragon lady.
That comparison angered Jason. He'd lost to the dragon, but he would not lose to a bird!
He unsheathed his machete, and leapt forward.
A/N: Hi guys! Sorry that this chapter is so short, but I had to get it out.
Hope you enjoyed it!