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"Y'know," Sofia Strange said in a conversational tone to the zombie whose butt she was currently kicking, "All I really wanted? Tonight? Was a pastrami sandwich. Maybe a can of Cel-Ray." She threw her left hand up and a trio of marble-sized fireballs flew forth, twirling around each other before smacking the zombie straight in the face. Its dead skin started oozing off of its face, showing bone and wiring underneath. Whatever this thing was, it was a lab-created zombie.

A mix of science and magic.

Sofia grimaced. That was never good.

"Instead? Instead I get you." She attacked with a savage backhand, empowered by a surge of mystic lightning. The electronics in the thing fried. Whoever was watching wouldn't see the rest. "Not the kind of dead meat I was craving." Sofia conjured up another trio of fireballs, these ones glowing hot-white, and sent them at the zombie again. These pierced his chest and set his heart on fire.

Within moments, the zombie was ash, its electronics charred. Still, Sofia cast a spell of telekinesis, and the charred remains of the electronics flew up to her. She took them and shoved them into embroidered mirror-work messenger bag. Maybe someone on the Avengers would be able to help her track down whoever was building a zombie army.

Given how badly this one was made, though, there seemed to be no sign of any zombie hordes coming right away.

She could, thankfully, still grab that sandwich.

If the place was still open, anyway.

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"Secret identities," Sofia said. "I can dig it. Don't ever need one myself, because the public witchy-poo thing works well for me, but I can dig it." She held a hand out, once more, lightning surged around her hand, this time melding with fire and a gust of wind.

A moment later, she was holding a short, but lethal-looking, broadsword.

She swung it at the nearest harpy.

"This is so much more fun than the mummy I accidentally loosed in the Sanctum last week."

Vesper loaded more flare sabots into his bracer. Though the never-ending line of harpies seemed to be thinning out some. He aimed and fired a flare at another. It wasn't a direct hit, but the flare went by close enough to catch harpy hair on fire.

"Wait. Mummy? As in Imhotep? Remind me to never make any house calls to your place."

"I mean, it wasn't Imhotep, but yeah. Bandages. Decaying, if preserved, skin. Still thirsty for the alcohol. I guess being dead does that to you." Punch, block, punch, elbow, kick, fireballs. "Although, don't they remove the stomach?" Sofia shrugged. "Maybe they don't realize it." Not like the mummy'd had a specific rumbly in her tumbly.

"So. Who engaged who here?" She really was curious where they'd come from. Harpies were not a regular occurrence. Well, not this kind.

It was easy to chase away the last few with flares. It seems the smell women-birds didn't like being set on fire. Also, probably something that makes them smell bad was highly flammable.

He hovered in the air a bit, wings flapping to cover the rockets helping to keeping him aloft.

"I was flying up there." He pointed to about the forty story mark. "I then got attacked by a feathered ass falling on me."

"Better a feathered ass than a harpy egg," Sofia quipped. "No, but seriously, though."

Was there anything in the area around them that would have brought the harpies here?

Sofia reached out with her senses, surveying the area as she fought.

A new Greek exhibit?

A demigod sighting?

What?

He climbed a bit with his wings. He frowned a bit as he concentrated on hearing anything out of the normal. Vesper couldn't pick up on anymore screeches or even on people complaining about massive bird droppings.

"I don't sense anything else out of the normal with my suit." He looked around with his nightvision lenses. "They disappeared quickly."

He looked down toward the street and didn't see any fresh road pizzas either. "Hmm."