Nafien had the upper hand now. Ivan no longer had his armor or his large gun, the weapon he had called "spear". He was running away, Nafien could hear his foe's quick, heavy footsteps heading in the opposite direction. He smiled. Nafien loved it when enemies wanted to play tag.
Quickly, Nafien drew his other sword and brought it blazing to life. He then sprinted towards the windowsill and, putting his right foot on the wooden frame, leaped out into the night air. He somersaulted and shifted his legs so that they were first, and landed on the dry dirt road soundlessly. He could barely hear Ivan's footfalls, so he was already a good distance from Nafien. But Nafien didn't need to hear his feet when he could easily smell him. Ivan apparently had a bad habit of wearing far too much cologne, and the bright, alchol-based scent was strong in Nafien's nose.
After he had followed the cologne for a short while, Nafien found Ivan. Or what was left of him. Using his "sight", Nafien made out a large rock, with thermal patterns matching those of blood, and shreds of cloth. The poor warrior was mauled by a bear, or some large animal, and thrown onto the rock to be devoured.
As he examined the mess, Nafien caught the faint whisper of gunpowder, and remembered that Ivan had been carrying a "pestil", another one of the man's guns. He became curious, and wondered how it worked. Nafien found the gun lying on the ground to the left of the rock, surrounded by a metallic-tasting cloud of gunsmoke. He bent to pick the weapon up, and just as his hand touched the silver barrell, Nafien heard a sound like a whip cracking. He looked up in time to see a bent branch snap back up from where it had been set. Instantly, the four-foot circle of rope hidden on the ground tightened around Nafien's ankles, and he was picked up off his feet.
"What in the Nine Hells?" Nafien managed to get out before he was upside down. In the confusion, he had dropped his blades, and the incantations wore off. He struggled for a moment, but knew it was futile. He had no spare knife, and the one he did have was in the heel of his boot.
Nafien heard laughter coming from behind the large rock, and listened in fury to Ivan's voice taunt him.
"You were really that dumb, drow?" Ivan laughed. "You really should've expected that."
Nafien was in a pinch now. He had no weapons, and he was defenseless now that he was hung upside down above the ground. He had to either reason with Ivan, or be killed.

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