Reon panted heavily. She was standing behind a withered tree when suddenly she felt all of the air leaving her body.
Blood came out of her mouth, she did not feel much pain but she felt the pain of being punctured by a cuboidal hammer that had spikes on the other end.
The tree she had taken cover behind, snapped and broke into two. They both fell to the ground.
Crack, crack, snap.
The Duergar swung its hammer all around and smashed a few trees. They were easily taken down.
Her opponent, Razon the Duergar, came into her view. It had pale grey skin, its muscles popped out like a gym enthusiast– but she was not taken away by Razon's muscles.
It is not even above my breasts, she thought. Razon was no more than four and a half feet tall. And the hammer it wielded was below its chest.
Reon pushed against the dry land. She ignored her scraped knees but could not ignore her punctured stomach.