Fifteen demi-humans with stone skin surrounded three ladies and five men, their weapons drawn, their smiles exuding evil, menacing intent.
The three ladies and five men had more human-like skin, with a bit of silver coating them.
On the ground, three men lay dead, their blood oozing out like a river.
Clearly, the eight people who had been surrounded were initially eleven. Judging by the look on their faces and the fear in their eyes, they knew all too well what awaited them.
One of the stone-skinned demi-humans grinned and said:
"It is a bit sad to think you chose to be the decoy for your princess to get away. If you had been forthcoming and allowed us to capture her, perhaps we would have ended your lives quickly and swiftly." His grin became twisted. "Now, it seems we have no choice but to make it even more painful."
He took one step forward, and the eight silver-skinned demi-humans trembled. Irrespective of their gender, they all trembled when he took that step.
