Elladine, Nesryn, Brian (Ogre and Pegasus) Open
"I'm good," he said, wearing a grossed-out expression. His shirt was torn and he could feel the burn of scratches or maybe road rash on his arm and torso but it wasn't much. His right arm was back to normal. Brian slicked his hair back and shook red fluid off his fingers. Next to him, the harpy's wings spasmed, but she was out of commission unless those reanimated or he pissed off Zeus. He wasn't too sure on the mythology. Brian hadn't forgotten his promise to Ellie and looked over his shoulder to see how she was doing with the cars. Unless the ogre was less Shrek and more Hulk, he was going to have a hard time getting out from under a van, a Toyota, and a Lincoln.