The Elf Too?

Boom!

“Cough!”

As he lay crushed behind a wall, a massive, muscular man vomited up blood, his eyes wide with horror. His body was covered in purple blotches and bruises.

A 'thing' he didn't recognize stood in front of him. Tyr wasn't sure whether he should call it a beast or a human.

A beast had the head of a wolf but the body of a humanoid that didn't pale in contrast to any Orcs.

Just a few minutes before, the figure was a feeble mage that Tyr could easily destroy, but now he had been defeated in a physical confrontation.

"Who or what are you?"

He asked, inhaling deeply as he examined his injuries. But he seemed unconcerned about dying. Not because he wasn't terrified of dying; even the mighty Beast race, which solves everything through battle, is fearful of death.

But he knew that even if he lost the battle, he would not die here.

"I had no idea the beast race was so interested in other people's lives."