The elf stepped into a big hall, still hardly breathing. His hands were shaking, and his swords were shining in the timid light of the ruins. His hair was white with a little blue lustre among it.
- Nicely done, - he smiled to himself. - But still.. What next?
And then he saw it, a shining sapphire in the center of the hall, almost under the ceiling. It was hanging in the mid-air without any visible support. It seemed like a magic flow was holding the stone there.
The elf started walking slowly towards the gem, but the next moment a slip from a nearby wall touched his ear. He glanced there, right in time to see an icy arrow approaching his positon.
- Splendid, - he whispered while cleaving the spine. - Is it necessary to activate every damn trap in this ancient building?!
But he'd got no more time left to think about that. Five more arrows from different directions were flying towards him...

@music: David Baker, Shawn McPherson - Devils Never Cry