As Nero rounded a corner he saw a feathery figure hopping along looking lost. He recognized the creature instantly. He had been too kind to her before, this time she would not receive any mercy from him. Silently he arched his arms as if he was arming a bow. No arrow could be seen in his hands, but he held his fingers in place as if there was and aimed at the harpy's back. Then he released. Something whizzed through the air and rushed at a blinding speed towards her.