A short, thin girl in a short tunic jumped off the high boulder onto the sand. Her movements were incredibly swift and filled with just some kind of inhuman grace. Caught right in front of the satire and his girlfriend, the stranger was confused, apparently did not expect to stumble upon someone here. This delay in a couple of seconds allowed a better look at the stranger. Jersey almost screamed, realizing that the girl really is not a man. It was an elf! At least, she looked much like they are depicted in drawings, in cartoons or movies. The first thing that attracted attention was some kind of impossible, supernatural beauty of a stranger. The thin features of the face were perfectly correct, without any deviations or flaws, as if nature had measured them out, following the strict laws of geometry. Huge, piercing blue, radiant eyes framed long, fluffy eyelashes, thin nostrils of a small elegant nose nervously trembling, Full purple lips were opened slightly, apparently from fear and excitement. The skin of the elf was white, but with some surprisingly pleasant, soft, matte shade. But long thick hair, on the contrary - coal-black. Ears - the hallmark of elves were longer and thinner than usually portrayed. Probably eleven inches from the lobe to the tip of the tip, topped also with bunches of fine hairs.

At first glance, the thin, graceful figure of an elf seemed deceptively fragile, but if you look closely, in every movement, in every tense muscle, you could guess the strength and energy of a squeezed tight spring. And at the same time, the elf was the embodiment of bright femininity and sexuality. Her breasts - full and round, clearly stood out under the fabric of the tunic, strong, steep hips and bulging ass any man, no doubt would find very appetizing. What can we say about the long, slender legs.

Thus, with equal success, the elf could, like running through the forests, hunting and fighting, and defile on the catwalk and be filmed for glamorous magazines. But here, most likely there were neither catwalks nor magazines, but only a solid, wild and unexplored territory, and now the elf took only one thing - to escape from the pursuit. Behind, among the boulders, heavy tramp and strange bass-guttural screams were heard.
Here, on a boulder from which the elf jumped out appeared ... A creature, obviously male of about three meters in height. Hefty to horror, shoulders wide and sloping, almost no neck and it seemed that a small hairless head is growing right between these shoulders. Under wide brow arcs sparkled with amber shine deep-set small eyes. The ears were also small, triangular, tightly pressed to the skull. The arms are long, knee-high and covered with knotted muscles. The legs are short, crooked, but powerful with wide feet. The muzzle of this type wore the imprint of natural ferocity and its expression would hardly have changed, even if its owner had arrived in a relaxed and complacent mood. A thick, broad, flattened nose, like a gorilla’s mouth, also resembled monkeys with large, uneven, yellowish teeth. The skin of this anthropoid abundantly, especially on the limbs, chest, abdomen and shoulders, was covered with brown hair with a greenish tint. The owner of this ridiculous, grotesque figure, personifying solid solid power, also had the appropriate armament - a large, curved club. The elf was armed with a bow and arrow, which gave her a distinct advantage over the pursuer. If only he were alone. From everywhere, because of the stones and rocks, because of the bushes and trees, other monsters began to appear.They were different: someone higher, someone lower, some athletic folded, others with saggy or swollen stomachs. There were creatures very similar to people with less pronounced animal features, a little less hairy, but at the same time, it was clear that all these pursuers belonged to the same species, to the same genus, if you like. Of the clothes they wore, only pieces of skins sewn together, wrapped around the hips. Of the weapons, mainly clubs and stones, sharpened under the shape of knives, and some dragged with a hank of some kind of rope.
When the very first of the pursuers appeared, satyr Yarhib bounced on the spot and angrily exclaimed in fright:

- Runda!

- Run! - screamed his girlfriend.

But the satyr issued a growl and stepped forward. A short but wide cleaver appeared in his right hand from somewhere. He didn’t pay attention to the elf who had flitted past. But, all the pursuers, having seen her, running along the beach at once, screamed, shouted. The presence of the second girl was also greeted with a noticeable revival. Runda began to run out to the beach. They turned up with a dozen. An elf shot an arrow at her closest opponent. She dug a runda into her shoulder, but he barely paid attention to it, still continuing to clumsily run after the elf.

Yarhiba's girlfriend clung to his hand and screamed:

- Run! A lot of them!

- Run! - the satyr threw, being sharply released. - I'll hold them!

- Do not! They will kill you! Will kill!

But Yarhib did not listen. Howling on a high note, he rushed to the nearest rund. With a muffled crunch, the cleaver met the club.

The elf, due to her speed and dexterity, would probably have escaped, but the pursuers were not only on one side. Four more rundas jumped out from behind stones for a runaway to a meeting. One of them threw a coil of rope in the direction of the elf. He turned right in the air, turning into a net. The girl made some incredible trick in a jump and dodged. True, it fell on the sand. From above, on it, the second network already flew. With a sharp roll, the elf went off to the side and shot an arrow into the thrower. She pierced runda in the right eye and a giant, loudly howling fell somewhere behind the stones. But the hunters were stubborn and did not intend so easily to abandon the prey. One of the pursuers threw something similar to a grid filled with stones. Gizmo bitingly hit the elf on the legs, twisted around, confused. The fugitive made a shrill cry, full of despair, and again fell on the sand. She dropped the bow, but pulled a dagger from her belt. Another network thrown covered her. Elf began to shred her knife. But it was not there, it seems the network trudged from thick and taut fibers. There was no time to mess with them at the elf. In addition, another running rund, also threw the network, and now the bear could not have escaped from this double trap.

Yarhiba's girlfriend ran straight to the side where Jersey was hiding. And when there were only a few steps to the bushes, the girl jumped up. Seeing her, the stranger braked sharply and screamed in fright. The girls froze in two steps from each other, completely confused. Jersey nervously squeezed the pistol's handle, which had become wet and slippery with sweat. On the beach, one of the rundas was dragging a screaming, kicking elf, putting it on her shoulder. Two more giants, seeing two girls, happily grunted and rushed to them. Jersey squealed and pulled the trigger. The roar of the shot turned out for Yarhibib's girlfriend apparently so unexpected and strong that she squatted down and squeezed her ears with her hands. At the same time, her face was completely white, and her eyes widened in horror. The bullet went very close to the head of the nearest runda, which was about thirty paces away, but its whistle apparently disturbed the monster, as well as the crash of a shot, accompanied by a fiery flash. Runda realized that a weapon in a stranger’s hand was much more dangerous than a bow, and it was most probably his fault that she missed. The second attempt may well be crowned with success.Runda didn’t see what kind of charge was released from strange, small and seemingly harmless stuff, but the whistling sound was what only an object could be flying at terrifying speed. And apparently capable of piercing any, even the strongest skull.

Runda fled in different directions and began to bypass the girls from the flanks. They moved now carefully, hiding behind boulders. Jersey tore off and rushed into ...