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Bruce's assault was unrelenting, and it became abundantly clear that the harpies had gravely misjudged his abilities. Feathers and blood filled the air, a testament to their misguided assumptions about the resourceful survivor who now stood before them.

With the harpies writhing in pain on the ground, Bruce wasted no time. He swiftly took them out, ensuring they were no longer a threat. His movements were precise and deadly. No mercy for the monsters, even the ones who showed their boobs to him and didn't ask for money.

Amidst the harpies' cries of agony, Bruce's sharp senses detected something ominous. In the distance, a chorus of screeches was growing louder by the moment. He turned his gaze toward the source of the approaching noise.