Meanwhile in Downtown. In a Bar called Motor Inn

"Alright lads, today we celebrate another successful day!" Eldred yelled to a table filled with elves, all of them belonging to the steel lance. Eldred was the leader of the group at the table, being one of the Steel lances lieutenants he had enjoyed a big amount of power, he could do whatever he wanted as long as he listened to the founder of the Steel lances.

"Faeyor!, pour us some wine. we're a little too sober today lads." he pointed to Faeyor, who went to go grab a bottle of wine, while grumbling the way there. Among the group's hierarchy, Faeyor was at the very bottom, "One day I'll be the boss here, just you wait" his mind buzzed in anger as he went behind a bar counter, one filled to the brim with each kind of wine glass.

Eldred held up his glass, not bothering to wait for Faeyor. "100 Years ago we were nothing but a group of Tree-Huggers sitting in a forest doing nothing with our lives but being smug jerks. Now look at us!, we're the kings of this city!" a few people cheered, but Eldred quickly hushed them, "Nothing bad can happen to us, we're goddamn invincible!, we are elves!. we outnumber the orks and humans, we live longer, We're stronger, Better, Faster, We are invinci-"

All of a suddenly a hail of bullets came screeching through a nearby window, causing holes to blast into Eldred spraying blood everywhere, He fell over and quickly died, The other's quickly followed him, those who leaped up to avenge the death of their superior were quickly turned into pink mist. Those who hid only lasted seconds longer. Only Faeyor was alive, for he had hid behind a counter, his bones frozen in fear.

Jake Dawson kicked the door open, He was a human with a machine gun in his hand, a motorbike helmet obscured his face with a black shade of glass, he walked at a snails pace through out the room, the bar was now ripped and torn to pieces, the floor had been dyed red with blood and bodies carpeted the floor. [color=Lavender]Scumbags[/color] he muttered under his breath as he searched for survivor's, picking out whoever was still alive and kicking them in the face, causing a knife to fly out of his boot and kill the poor bastard. Fortunately for Faeyor he never checked behind the bar. Jake turned around and left, in the span of a hour a group of 20 elves quickly became a group of one.