The scent of battle! The metallic tang of blood! Zulii reveled in the carnage and chaos, taking on all challengers with her fellow harpies. They cawed and screeched, circling the frenzy below like great carrion birds, which they mostly were. Zulii caught a flying deep human limb and took a big bite out of it, making little noises of delight as she chewed the tender meat with her viciously sharp teeth.
All too soon, the fun was over, however, as a mystical force pulled the harpy towards a door, as inescapable as the rise of the sun. Try and struggle as she might, the force pulled her and pulled her. Finally, Zulii was thrown on her hindquarters and skidded across the room, as others began to arrive. The outraged birdwoman pulled herself to her feet, dropping to a low combat stance, but since no one was attacking her at the moment, she simply stayed at the ready.
After everyone had arrived, they'd been split into groups. A tall woman approached them and began to talk.
“Open-field combat is one thing, but our enemies are many, their tactics varied, and you will not always have the luxury of direct confrontation. Nor will it always be clear to you what the enemy’s true objective might be. Here, you will be divided into groups, and your opponents will be each other. Memorize the faces of your comrades. They may be the only things that keep you alive. Also, as is only fitting, if any one of you kills the captain, you have his place in the ranks.”
Zulii spit on the ground after the woman finished talking, a symbol of her disdain. "Comrades fail. Alliances break. The only trust is having in your own talons!" she cawed, her voice sharp, but musical. The harpy flexed her fingers and clicked her toes on the hard ground, eager to get the fighting started. Something shifted in the air around her, and she looked about, trying to find the source of the disturbance. One of the members of her group, a moth no less, was flapping her pitifully delicate wings and sending out waves of energy. The members of her group were covered in an orange toned substance, which stained their white (or red) robes and stunk of her smell.
Zulii screeched angrily, shaking out her wings and dispersing a sickly-green looking dust, which mixed with the orange on her clothes and changed the whole color to a terrible shade of vomit yellow. Some of the dust got on the people around her, but it didn't do anything other than change their clothing color as well.
The low humming of chatting initiates started to grate on the harpy's nerves. No-one was making the first move, a fact that made her very uncomfortable. Finally, Zulii cried out as loud as she could and leapt onto the nearest member of the opposing group, a tall, muscular orc. The man grunted in surprise and stumbled a bit, but tried to counter-attack as well. Slamming her fingers into his collarbone, Zulii pulled with all her considerable might, ripping it out along with a good bit of meat. The shocked orc fell back into his fellows and died, blood pouring out of the gaping hole. The others looked at her in shock, but in response, she took a big bite of the hanging meat and chewed it with a ghoulish smile, allowing the blood to run past her lips and drip to the floor.
Like a crack of thunder, the room exploded into movement. Zulii charged forward, slinging venom from her talons and clawing for all she was worth. A deep human managed to kick her right in the face, causing the harpy to stumble back and swipe blindly. Her eyes watered, blinding her and causing her to exhale a smokescreen of miasma as she escaped, rubbing the smarting wound. The deep human charged through the smoke after her, but stopped as he drew close and collapsed to his knees. He clutched at his chest in pain, his face screwed up in surprise and anguish. Zulii approached him slowly, placing both hands on each of his cheeks in a gentle caress. He looked up into her beautiful face with peace, as she kissed him softly. His peaceful expression didn't last long, however, as the harpy sucked his very life essence out of his body. With a loud pop, she disengaged from the dessicated corpse and wiped her now-crimson lips with the back of her hand, grinning wide and baring her fangs.