Three Dark Elves jump down at the last moment and, landing softly, aim their spears at you. They surround the stone and, without asking any questions, deliver three precise blows from different sides. You dodge one, the second hits your leg, and something unpleasant crunches in it, but you barely feel it because the third rider, aiming his blow directly at your head, turns his spear flat at the last moment, and the flat spear sends you into oblivion.
The riders pack up the barbarian, place him on one of the recovering lizards, and take him to the nearest Dark Elf city.