"Naturally," he agreed with her assessments. The better to hide his secret identity and sleep better at night.

He heard the screeching and burning as the harpy tried to put out the part of her body on fire. Vesper was busy trying to change the ammo on his right bracer as he looped around. He had almost all the ammo out when a harpy popped up in front of him.

Vesper yelped and fired off an armor-piercing flechette into the ugly face. He grimaced as the harpy plummeted like a sack of potatoes.