Interactions With: [@PaulHaynek][@Restalaan]
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Ozzy figured there'd be a leader in the middle of the crowd, or the back, not out in front.  Their champion.  In front.  Dammit, he wanted to get some swipes in.  His boots were off his feet now.  They acted more like sandles and he could grasp with them on but he needed full range of motion, full grip in order to seize a struggling warrior.  The battle was called and he took a deep breath, his whip at his hip.  While the group looked on at the rampaging forces, he centered on one who pointed and shouted.

It was easy to fly in, his form falling like a falcon before his legs reached out, talons ready to snag him.  He thanked the gods for the wings of the harpies as each man was almost 240 lbs with all that armor on.  He grabbed a sergeant right off his horse and with a mighty heave was airborn again.  The soldier barely had a moment to react before Ozzy let him go, letting him tumble into the back of his comrades.

Rinse... and repeat...

But he didn't take long before he knew he had to go after the red headed woman, and to his surprise, Yang was already embroiled in combat.   The hulking brute had Yang on the backfoot with axe and sheild.  Ozzy had to even the playing field.  While the leader held her axe high with a cleave, a claw stopped her from behind, claws capable of lifting a man off the ground now grasped under the heft halting the downward swing.  His other claw however reached towards her head, though more realistically, it would paw her head and then clench, rending claws across her face.  Ozzy was attempting to injure her eyes, maybe blind her or atleast distract her so that Yang could get the upper hand again.