Elf Party

Blood splattered across his face, but he didn't even flinch- his eyes were hungry for more. His soul was already consumed by the madness of the slaughter. He turned to face his next victim, but before he could lift his hammer, a spear pierced his throat from behind with the tip bursting out of his neck in a spray of blood. He fell forward, gurgling and desperately trying to obstruct his lifeblood from spilling out beneath him. 

He was unsuccessful.

On the far side, a group of fighters clashed in a frenzy. A woman whose face contorted in rage drove her dagger into a man's chest, twisting it cruelly before pulling it free, leaving a gaping hole in her wake. The man dropped to his knees while desperately gasping for air but the woman didn't stop. She kicked him over and raised her blade high before plunging it into his back repeatedly, each thrust accompanied by a savage scream of the effort she expanded.