"Phira why do most elves seem to hate outsiders or just any race that isn't elves?" Tailrill walks next to Phira as they walk towards the border of the dwarves and elves.
"We've kinda just been trained too. Some like the captain of the wall and myself choose to ignore what we've been taught but there's no denying the reason behind it," Phira looks at Zhab who is holding Olana's hand tightly. "Parents are supposed to tell their children about what has happened in the past between us and the other species, yet everything we are told took place so long ago that I can't see why it is important now."
"So most elves are just kinda tricked into thinking a certain way," Phira turns forwards as they continue to walk.
"They simply use the undeveloped mind of a child to be able to have them believe what they want. They're stubborn old elders influencing us even when they are no longer right," Phira grits her teeth as she talks looking away from Tailrill.
Tailrill looks at her with concern before turning to look forward again. "I take it you don't like the queen or any of the royal families."
"No, I'm ok with the queen and the royal families. Our leader is not allowed to be over the age of 250 and most of the royal families follow that same rule with most stepping down before then. What I don't like are the elders. Elves live for around 400 to 450 years so the oldest have seen many things and the queen views the elders very positively so they are allowed to decide our culture more than they have during the other rulers' reign." Phira kneels beside a tree looking over a small outpost. "Olana, I want you to stay here with Zhab while we handle the outpost."
"But I can still fight, miss," Zhab lets go of Olana's hand and stands excited.
"I like the enthusiasm but you don't need to fight. You're a kid and kids don't fight here," Phira smiles looking at Zhab before nodding at Olana.
Tailrill and Phira slowly stalk closer to the outpost as dwarves begin to walk around and from building to building. Some holding very rudimentary firearms. With a clean and graceful motion Phira stands as they get close enough jumping onto one of the dwarves and quickly slaying him. Tailrill quickly stands up and joins her.
"Look alive fuckers we're under attack!" a dwarf shouts as he swings a blade at Tailrill who quickly deflects the attack knocking the dwarf back. "A skilled bitch ain't yuh." with a clean movement Tailrill impales the dwarf.
The two of them continue to kill dwarves yet they continue to come, never ending. But even as they continue to come, Phira and Tailrill continue to fight with ease, Tailrill easily avoiding the bullets being shot from the rudimentary firearms. "So out of curiosity, am I a slave in this arrangement or what technically am I?" Tailrill grabs a screaming dwarf slamming his face into a wall.
Phira kicks a dwarf away before quickly chucking a spear dropped by a dwarf at him impaling him. "Well you are my royal family's heirloom now so I'd say you're figuring out why I brought you here," Phira swiftly slices another dwarf.
"Bastard!" Tailrill, realizing her situation, grabs another dwarf, throwing him at Phira. "Did you think I'd agree to this?"
"Well I had hoped it would take longer for you to figure it out," Phira quickly catches the dwarf and throws him into the ground. "So what will you do now?"
The dwarves notice the conflict and slowly begin to back away. "I could slaughter every single one of your people if I wanted. No one would be able to stand up against me," Tailrill points her sword at Phira.
"If that's true then would you mind telling me how you plan to do that when I could slay you right now," Phira looks at Tailrill with a death stare. "So you have two options. Come willingly or I will force you."
"Neither," Tailrill quickly moves, slashing at Phira who fluidly moves around each strike.
"What seems to be the issue? What happened to slaughtering us?" Phira evades each strike with grace and efficiency.
After yet another evaded strike Tailrill quickly goes for another but stops right as Phira moves to evade. Tailrill quickly adjusts and lands a deep cut to Phira's stomach causing her to jerk backwards. "Is that all you can do?" Tailrill laughs as she delivers a hard kick to Phira's chest before quickly turning and running as Phira falls onto her back as blood flows from the cut.
Olana watches as Tailrill runs, seeing Phira wounded and bleeding. "Zhab stay with me and do not leave my side," Olana tightly squeezes Zhab's hand and begins to run towards the camp. "Lady Phira! What happened Lady Phira!? Please quickly show me the wound so I can treat you."
Phira lays on the ground, her vision blurry as she sees a blur running into the trees as Olana begins to tend to her wounds.