The Harpies capitalized on the opening. Three dove at once, their wings whipping storms of wind that fanned into arcs of flame. Fire roared across the stag's body, clashing against the black ichor like oil against water. Another Harpy hovered above, calling lightning down with a shriek that split the night sky. The bolt struck the beast's spine, convulsing its twisted limbs and sending shockwaves through the swamp.