Feathers! Just as he grasped the prized green and black items, it really hit him that he was falling. Not the ground, though that was approaching fast too. No, his eyes went wide and his free unharmed arm reached up grasping at nothing as if he hand could find the purchase to prevent the fall.

On a last ditch effort, he ducked his head, cradling his battered arm and attempted to curl up on himself as he hit the ground with a craterous thud.

Exhausted, he dropped his iron scaled defense. Winded and tired, he forced himself forward. With what he had left, the dark naga dragged himself into the underbrush and safety. With his dark coloration, he was as safe as he could be so far from his clan. At this point, he didn't even have a hiss or insult to throw.

What he did have, was those feathers to prove he took on two harpies. That would impress Momma even if he didn't bring home the dinner.

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