From above, Misha continues to circle, watching the find underneath her continue; the arrow flying by her makes her reflexively veer to one side, but she still hasn't fully redistributed that poor prostitute's weight and the clumsiness almost sees her fall before a few more frantic wingbeats push the harpy still higher. Instead, seeing that her new allies are quite capable of handling most of this, she decides to do her best to ease their fight rather than directly contribute herself- after all, maybe they'd save her a meal if she did. Inhaling deeply, she belts out a clear, high single note as prelude, and then launches into a rendition of an old epic harpy song about the war between harpies and the nekos, a feud that left many on both sides as fertilizer- again, the words hardly matter as her blood sizzles with energy channeled through her lungs and vocal cords. The pure strains of her song drift over the battlefield, seeking ways into the ears of the emerald claw soldiers, seeking to redirect their attention from their struggle to the beautiful harpy circling overhead and singing to them.<br/><br/>[[Using my bloodline ability to Fascinate the unengaged Emerald Claws; I think at level 7 I can affect 4 of them. It's a DC 18 will save or they become Fascinated with Misha; they get another will save if anyone attacks them, so I'd suggest people leave anyone affected alone until they're the only ones left and can be dogpiled.<img alt=":gulp:" src="./images/smilies/munch.gif" title="Eat!"/>Birdpiled.<br/><br/>30/30 HP, 16 AC]]