Hanuh rammed the end of her staff into the man's hand. He cried out, dropping the weapon. Hanuh then aimed to staff at the stomach. She landed a solid blow, causing him to clench his stomach and fall down. Looking up to see the dark elf leader shocked, Hanuh changed her grip and started treating the staff like a baseball bat, repeatedly slamming the solid weapon against he frame. As the man huddled in the fetal position, crying in pain, the dark elf gritted her teeth. "Pitiful human. Morang!"

Hanuh turned to see the dark elf male dashing towards her with nothing but his fists. Years of training bolted through Hanuh like lightening. Morang was unable to close their distance as Hanuh changed her grip to a longer range again, using her staff to ward him off as she stepped back. As they participated in this dance, both looking for openings, Hanuh heard the leader practically scream. "Morang! Get her!"

With a grunt of anger, the dull eyed elf grappled the staff and pulled it aside, Hanuh gasped as he took steps towards her. Then, the girl pulled at the staff with one hand and lifted her fist in a close, tight blocking fist. The man took the bait, aiming tor her upper body as she hastily ducked. Completely letting go of her staff, she closed the distance as she raised herself and her knee. Her knee rammed into the delicate spot of men, their weakness. The man let emotion creep into his face for the first time as he started to cry. He barreled over, holding the spot between his legs.

From inside the pack, Hanuh pulled out a canister of water as she bent down and picked up her weapon. From behind her saw the human finally trying to get up as the female elf looked on in horror. Once again, Hanuh rammed her staff into him. Then, as he moaned again. she stepped over him and took a sip of water. Already, she was exhausted, but she knew how to end this fight. She swallowed the small drink as he jerked her head for the dark elf to approach her.