They spot you

An arrow sings past your ear, quickly followed by another, which buries itself in your pinion. You bellow with pain as you feels your bones grind against the arrowhead, and you start to fall to the ground, your wings barely catching enough air to prevent you from breaking bones as you crash into the hard earth. The impact is still jarring, though, and you black out for a moment.

When you awaken, you can see a pair of elves approaching you through the woods. Though your vision is a bit blurry, you can see that one is male, one is female, and more importantly, both are wielding longswords which glow faintly with holy power.

"Do you think it's dead?" The male asks, hesitantly. "Not a chance - you missed its eye, and that fall wouldn't have been enough to put a drake down. Hurry up and decapitate it before it gets back up."

The male elf approaches you, sword held high, shaking somewhat but obviously intent on killing you. The woman follows close behind, her sword covering him, trying to prevent you from trying anything.

"If you want to live, now is the time to act." Your master's voice calls out...