Neither is jumping a harpy when her back is turned.

She can feel the pressure releasing from her limbs as he rears back and Aqua scrambles to get some distance, clawing at the floor boards and dragging herself up. But the slam on her legs makes her cry out again, this time out of pain rather than a deafening defensive mechanism. Nothing feels broken, but the roughened skin under her plumage is going to bruise.

The gust is enough to disorient her on it's own, cutting her cry short and nearly flattening her wings against the floor. But as much as it provides her attacker with a chance to gain some distance, Aqua tries to move as well. Bringing in her wings to rest against her back, her talons find notches in the wood and she pulls herself up and away from him.

If she can just make it up to the rafters, she'll have way more room to move around and evade him.