Finn laid it out fast while the harpies circled and built up their nerve to dive.
"You don't out-range flyers and you don't wait them out. You force the dive, you punish the landing, and you tear the wings. Theo, you're bait. Open ground, shield up, make yourself the easiest target on the field. Mara, Cian, you punish anything that commits to him from range. James and I take anything that drops low enough to reach."
Theo swallowed but moved out into the open platform with his spear braced and his stance wide, and the effect was immediate. Three harpies broke from the spiral and folded their wings to dive at the exposed target, shrieking as they came.
**SKREEEE!**
"Now," Finn said.
Mara's gun barked twice, *CRACK-CRACK*, and Cian threw a lash of lightning that caught the lead harpy across one wing. The bolt did not kill it, but it tore the rhythm out of its flight, and the harpy tumbled out of its dive and came down hard and low across the stone near Theo.
