Dynoz Tarr felt the ground quake beneath him as he slid from the centaur, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the area, when a roar filled the air. Staggering back, he bit his lower lip, his eyes wide. Allowing his stunted drudic energies to swarm through the forest he gasped as the hazy image of a gigantic bear filled his mind’s eye. 

Spitting he glanced around, his troops were holding their own, but they would fall if this beast were to turn its attention on them. Slapping his wolf on its rump he hissed, follow me from the shadows, stay hidden old friend I may need your help.

 Adjusting his bone daggers, he ducked into the brush hurrying forward in a crouching run, behind the giant beast as it lumbered towards the town. If the humans were capable of summoning such a protector they must surely all die, as well as the creature they called forth. 

Moving effortlessly, he hurled logs and scampered over rocks with rapidity that befitted all elves. The gleaming bone white daggers, dripping with blood moaned softly as the thought of killing such beast filled their aura.

Focusing his energies he paused a moment and stabbed his daggers into the ground, "Fire, Earth, Air, Water. Eternal guardians of the four gates of North, East, South and West open the doors to the great abyss. Let the blood run deep that the cries of the Elves be heard in the far darkness where our Overlord resides among his minions of darkness."

With that Dynoz cut his palm and let the blood run into the loam where his daggers had created holes. 

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The human roared as his attack commenced however, he had misjudged the skill and speed of the elf. Trying to halt his action the man realized his mistake as the slashing blade swung around and cleaved his head from his body. 

The body stumbled forward a few more steps, the flaming weapons flickering as the energy that powered them faded, but they managed to catch on some tinder and spark, creating a billowing black smoke and hungry flames that rose quickly, seeking other material to consume in its hunger.
 
A woman shrieked, grabbing a truncheon and hurled it at the demon elf, her voice stony, [b]“That was my husband…you will die elf…”[/b] Grabbing a short spear the woman ran to the elf every intention of stabbing him in his leering face.