Findorak had no hope of victory, and he knew it. It was hopeless. He let his weapon slip to the ground and raised his hands, "I will not fight elf. You would kill an unarmed man?"
Findorak hoped the answer would be no.
The elf wavered, and then lowered his weapon also, looking almost relieved.
"You may just be as noble as they say elves are," Findorak commented, playing for time.
"Just leave, now!" the elf spoke, tense and rigid.
"I wi...". Findorak stopped in mid sentence, an arrow protruding from his chest, but this time lodged in his heart.
"Obviously that was untrue," Findorak managed as a red heat overwhelmed him and he collapsed to the floor. His eyes rolled up into his head and his heart beat one last time, then stopped. As darkness decended, he remembered his father, his mother and his sister, he would miss them.
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