Roxas' first kill had been in a blood craze, and he'd regretted it at the time. Looking back it hadn't been that awful, though. Still, he didn't want this harpy to attack the wrong person at the wrong time or place and get himself in trouble here.

"Only when I had to," he shrugged, glancing down at his hands and remembering the freedom of flight. "I was pretty much a day bird, but I hunted at night. I'd find someone walking alone and then..." With one hand, Roxas made a curved downward motion, then quickly back up. "Pick up and drop from up high. That usually killed them pretty quickly."