Extending the wings knocked the harpy off. Swooping up kept him from becoming two-dimensional on the pavement. he felt the rush of air as a different bird woman dove right past him. Her screeches got a bit more hysterical when she missed her target.

Vesper applied the jets of his wingpack tp help him climb faster. He heard someone talking in midair and wheeled that way.

"Hey! Strange woman! What's going on?" She had known at Central park. He figured she would have a clue right now.