Realizing that fighting the monsters would be pointless, Nysha heads in the opposite direction.
- Are you sure? - he whispers, trying not to attract the harpies' attention, - we don't stand a chance in an open fight, but maybe we should come up with something else? Perhaps the airship's engine is still working; we could start it and scare them away with the noise, or knock the balloon's envelope onto them, or something like that?
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