Sensing that the volley of feathers was over Nero took a small glimpse up at the sky.<br/>"What the-- What's that light? It's<span style="font-style: italic">the</span>attack!" Nero shouted when he saw the red-hot harpy torpedoing down toward him. This was the attack he was waiting for, but his plan wasn't prepared correctly for this close of an encounter so soon. Nero did the only thing he could think of with the time given to him by outstretching both of his hands towards the harpy in hopes of catching her in her attack and preventing her from attacking him directly head on. Nero placed one foot behind the other to give him more support and bracing himself for the impact; knowing full well that this would be a force to be reckoned with.