Devilstrider snapped another Harpies neck and tossed it to the side. It had become chorelike work, something you did without really thinking too much about it. Instead his thoughts wandered and he started wondering why these Harpies were suddenly violent. They were basically stupid overgrown birds, it wasn't normal. So he started following the direction the Harpies seemed to come from when they first appeared. He had no real idea what he would find, but maybe if he just looked around, he'd find it. 

Several other Harpies attacked him, but he dispatched them quickly, methodically. As usual he also fought down his rage that seemed to be on a low boil at the moment. He was no longer muttering which was definitely a good thing.