Bab 582: Good Boy (Part Two)

Looking skyward, Tres Leches watched a trio of harpies fly overhead, scattering metal spikes they spilled from torn pouches. 

Looking back to the Caeruleum gladiators, they screamed in horror, then in agony, as the shrapnel stuck into their flesh and bit into their bones. 

"What the... eleven-- HELLS!!??!" Lone shouted.

"(Seven hells, Lone,)" Tres corrected. "(There's seven hells, eleven heavens.)"

"TRES LECHES, can you believe this?!? Those guys stole my kills!!"

After the barrage, only two avoided death's embrace-- the stubborn ones wise enough to raise their shields. 

Also, the harpies were all female... but Tres didn't want to correct his human twice in a row. 

"(Well... those two should be enough for us,)" Tres offered.