The impromptu weapon wrapped around the human’s arm with a sickening thud and a crack of bone. When the human opened his mouth to scream, all that emerged was a sudden bright gush. Foxfire turned away from the sight, for the death of his enemies gave him no pleasure. He touched the other elf s arm in silent thanks and pulled his dagger. Suddenly there was no more time for words. The battle closed around them with a hellish cacophony: a roaring of flames, the shrieks of rage and pain, and the deafening pounding of their own blood against their ears. The two elves spun and stood back to back to confront together a horror that both had long feared and neither understood: A war against the humans. The door of the Breaching Whale tavern slammed open, sending shudders through the many-paned windows that fronted the dock. An elf woman burst into the taproom as if she’d been thrust through the door by the winds of a freak summer storm. She was uncommonly tall for an elf, white-skinned and raven-haireda startling coloring common to the moon people.
