You were walking through the elven forest, keeping aware of your surroundings, when suddenly an Elf pounced onto you, a gas mask plastered on his face and black, spiky looking eyeliner underneath his eyes. He began punching and pounding, trying to knock you unconsious. The chains on his outfits were rattling, and your pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears, as he was growling and grunting, punching and slapping, your blood flying on his fists.

"Die, you human scum!" He roared.