Abasdarhon's Castle

As soon as Beleroth descended to the ground, an elven arrow pierced his body. Then another, and another... in a matter of seconds, the demon was covered in them, like a pincushion. His heavy armor seemed useless – to the lafarian archers, it was barely distinguishable from a simple tunic. And even though, even so, the enemy attacks were like scratches to the demon, Beleroth could not withstand such a large number of attacks. With each moment, the warrior's movements slowed down – it became increasingly difficult for him to stay on his feet. The last shot, and the demon, unable to continue moving, falls to the ground. Credit where credit is due – the lafarians were smart enough to understand which member of the group was the most dangerous. And they had enough strength to deal with their problem. An achievement for the elves, but a humiliation for the warrior himself. One of many, but this time, the last one.