The Necoris

On top of a high mountain, two men and a woman were surrounded by a group of men with strange-looking armor. 

The strange-looking men were different from normal humans. Their bodies were covered in scales, and their eyes were deep yellow with black slits like serpents. 

Each of them wielded a saber, and their attacks were ruthless against the humans. 

The three normal humans were trying desperately to hang on to their lives, but their situation was grim as one of them had a deep gash on his waist, blood gushing out continuously. 

"Why are you struggling? You're just mere slaves. Just surrender, and we won't make it hard for you," one of the strange men taunted, his face riddled with scorn. 

"We will never surrender..." a human responded defiantly. "Instead of surrendering to varmints like you, we would rather die."

"Haha... Do you still think you have the luxury to kill yourself? You're naive."