Charge!!

You dash towards the elf, reaching for your sword. The elf smirks and lets loose her arrow. The first arrow strikes you in shoulder before you even finish drawing your sword. It is followed quickly by one that goes through your heart.

Gasping in pain, you fall to the ground clutching your wounds. You are having trouble breathing, **** on your own blood. The last thing you see is the elf standing over you, her head tilted slightly to the side, with that annoying smirk on her face. But lying on the ground, you are more interested in the amazing view you have up her skirt at her shapely legs.

Damn, she's hot! That's your last thought before the life drains out of you.