As he moved past the horse, he noticed elven rope hanging from it's saddle.
"Don't worry, little one, there is no need to fear." The elf continued calming Hana with her melodic voice, as Mark was approaching the elf from behind.
"There is no need for you to fear-"
The woman swirled around, her knife pointing at Mark's jagular making him stop.
"-the stinking loud man." The eld finished as she looked with disaproval at Mark. "Now, what would you be doing here, evil man, chasing this-"
!
Hana suddenly jumped at Elf's back, rock hitting hard back of her head. The elf swayed on her legs, stunned. Hanna struck again, making the elven female fall on her knees, knife falling from her hand. Hana jumped on the downed opponet, rock falling on her head again and again...
Finally, breathing heavily, Hana got up with a bloodied stone in her hand. She was flushed, fearful, but also excited, turned on...
The elf lied on her side, her clavage prominently on display, alive but uncouncious, her head covered in blood - thankfully, the wound did not seem serious - the halfling just needed to strike many more times to achieve effect man would with one strike.