The temptation was there but still even unsheathed, the sense that the sword could draw blood as easily as its beauty disturbed her. Elemmire looked at the offered scrabbard and shook her head.
"No--" her words were cut off by a distant scream followed by another - rising into a cacophany followed by the sounds of shafts thudding into solid wood. The grey elf looked up quickly and moved away from the sword, the door pulled open quickly as she turned to run towards the orange glow in the distance.
Around her, hail of arrows started falling like burning brands onto the wooden structures of the homes around.
"Move back!" Elemmire stooped to pick up a fallen child by the side and pass to another adult.