The weight of Julia's Broken leg made them stumble as they were leaving camp. Jon fell to one knee, supporting her as she fell.
The arrow missed them by inches, burrying itself in a tree. Jon flipped Julia onto her back, rolling ontop of her as he brought his assault rifle to bear. A quick burst of armor piercing rounds penetrated into the foliage, blowing apart small trees.
He motioned for her to stay put, and she nodded, pulling a sidearm and squirming up against a tree. Jon scanned the woods for any movement, carefully stepping from cover to cover. Everything was dead quiet, it was as if he was alone. Thats when he heard Julia grunt, causing him to quickly turn around.
A human-like figure stood, a blade to Julia's throat, and a blood thirsty grin on its face. long, pointed ears, and a goldish tinge to the skin gave the woman the appearance of an elf from old children stories.
Jon took a step closer, rifle trained on her face, "Drop, the knife." He stated aggresively. The woman laughed, a beautiful laugh. And then the forest came to life, eight or more of these people emerged from the tree tops, forming a circle around them. Jon spun, it was futile, the back end of a sword clubbed him in the head, he flopped to the ground, and attempted to bury his boot in the attackers face. Before he could even move he was being flipped over and hog tied, he looked over and julia was recieving the same treatment.
The woman leaned in and spoke some sort of jibberish in his ear, then laughed as he was hit again, everything quickly faded into oblivion once more, he felt himself being dragged before all existence bacame nothing.
