The others had taken almost all the harpies down. Vastile thought it was about time to take the offensive himself. Quickly putting the Trumpet back in it's place, Vastile locked a pensive gaze onto his target, a rather large Harpy beginning to swoop down on the party. His mind raced for a fraction-of-a-second, finding the spell to use.
One of Recurve's arrows soared into the air. "Bingo." Vastile's horn shimmered a transparent grey, the same aura covered the arrow. The arrow split into 15 individual arrows, spinning, and gaining speed. All of the arrows struck the Harpy and it fell to the ground, in a heap.
"And the Mage roles a Natural 20! Critical!" Vastile let out a laugh. He adjusted his glasses and looked to the others.
"I'll begin to weave some spells to make the climb easy on us." Vastile's horn glowed brilliantly, trees and brush were tossed aside, a path was formed, flat and even. "Heave Ho, Friends, Heave Ho!"