A body tumbled to the ground in a bloody mess, her clothes were in tatters and the only thing noticeable on her was a gold earring with a golden thread and a small golden ball no larger than a pearl.
The person tried to crawl forward, but her body failed her when she needed it most, she turned over and met the black beady eyes of her pursuers while heaving out a clump of blood and flesh mixed together.
Behind her lay a path of ruin, the land had been upturned it looked like a rockslide happened in the wrong direction.
Numerous trees were upturned with their roots were facing the sky, and in between the bodies of elves, dwarves, and the last of the humans were lying broken, leaking their bodily fluids on the ruined soil.
She knew that this was going to be the end, but she would never beg for her life, it was beneath her to do such a thing, she had accomplishments under her belt that had left the two beings chasing after her cry out in envy and shame.
