"Catch her!"
A shout came from ahead, and the fleeing little figure, spurred by the cry, suddenly sped up a level. Despite the innate agility of the Elf Clan, the speed of this little one was truly remarkable. Sadly, though nimble, she was obviously careless, not noticing the road conditions ahead and ran straight into me.
But I might have been imagining things, it seemed to me that I saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, as if some plan had succeeded.
A panting Elf Guard ran up to us, his gear incomplete, and his leather armor and shoulder guards were clearly from two different standard issues. The once mighty High Elves now had to arm their soldiers in this piecemeal manner.