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>:) ))

Willa beamed. "Thank you. You have a kind heart."

Gevar spotted a collection of buildings and wheeled towards it. A group of mortals were working in a quarry-like area. She decided that was where she would start off.

Her plan was somewhat simple-- terrorize the townspeople enough that they would deem it too unsafe to venture into the mountains. She didn't go in with an intent to kill, but if it happened, it would have been an acceptable loss, and all the more reason for them to stay away.

She swooped low, tucking her wings to prevent from clipping them on the many piles of rock scattered around the quarry. Her talons found a mortal man, and she slung him into the stones like a ragdoll. He hit them with a sickening crack and lay still.

Shouts rose up from the rest of the workers as they realized they were under attack. They scattered like rats in a maze, ducking behind the rock piles as they scrambled for something to defend themselves with. Gevar flew higher and started firing some of her feathers at them. They richocheted unpredictably when they hit the rocks, making them even more dangerous. As her feathers rained down, she observed with a grim sort of satisfaction the damage they were dealing.