Banana Dance

It was autumn at the conquered regions of the elven Empire of Shards.
Most trees had released there brown leaves on the ground, a week earlier then expected.
And so the elven guards of a dwarven work camp where still wearing there summer uniforms.
The usually green cameo that helped hide there whereabouts in tree towers now stood out in these leafless trees.
But not for a sole dwarf whom approached the camp dressed brown and hidden under the leaves that where decorating the forest floor.

Badanc Yurkson as the dwarf was known as, could have chosen another camp to have liberated.
But he knew a family member there, the daughter of his sister, his niece Maqdor Servdaughter was somewhere near.

The Dwarf workers where sleeping in open ground surrounded by five elven guards.
He approached and noticed his niece immediately, she was the only woman there.
Wait a woman? Was it that long ago?

Maqdor had grown since he saw her last she was then only twenty, young for dwarven years.  
But Badanc has spend in the last years of the terrible war fighting, with resulted in the enslavement of the Dwarves.
Was it already thirty years after does days? The veteran asked to himself.

He had to act quick and jumped into one of the guard trees, sadly the elf station there noticed him sooner then later.
Badanc was able to disarm the elf from his blade, but got a slap in the face from the elves freehand.
“Maybe if ye practiced your punch, instead of groveling in front of your Gods.” the dwarf mumbled with grin “Not even a child would have felt that one”

Sadly the accurateness of his own attack left to be desired. 

The scuffle with the elven guard hasn't gone unnoticed.
The Dwarven veteran finished the elf with a well placed push in the face, and pointed toward north.
“Run!” He yelled “Leave the county! We will meet within Ballista rock! I will craft ya the time you need, go!”

As the other dwarves ran as fast as there stubby legs could carry them.
Most elves chased  them, while the remaining one dived toward Badanc in an attempt to aid his unconscious comrade.
As he tried to fend of the fresh elf. The dwarf noticed in the corner of his eye that two of the elves.
Where aiming there longbows at the fleeing dwarves

Badanc jumped up, but the elf pushed him to the ground holding on Badanc's pants.

Two arrows flew, one burrowed deep in the bark of the nearest tree missing his niece by a hair.
The second wasn't even close to it's intended target an elderly dwarf.
As the elves reloaded, Bandac forcefully kicked his clingy opponent.
With a rip the dwarf stood up, and never more liberated as he rushed to the nearest archer. A quick punch connected the elves head to the nearest tree and lost consciousness.

As Bandac focused his attention at the second archer the bowman aimed at the veteran.
But his arrow flew high as if he was focused on something else.
The elf was rewarded with a ham sized jab to his guts.
Every elf had stopped there pursuit on the other Dwarves and now followed the dwarf with there eyes .
As the dwarf rush toward his next target, there heads bobbed to the left and right as if they where following two tennis players.
Within moments every elf was knocked unconscious.
Bandac looked around and noticed the glitter of metal underneath the fallen leaves.
He fought his desire to finish these knife ears of, but quickly realized he shouldn't be separated from his charge to long.

As Bandac arrived at  Ballista rock he addressed his remaining kin.
“I am sure ya all itching to return to our kin, but sadly the nearest settlements of the Aqua region remains under control of the Grovelers. I suggest we find the nearest deep roads and build our resistance up there.”

Bandac noticed that his fellow dwarves where looking at him, the cheeks of his niece had turned strawberry red.
“Uncle..” she answered with a big pause.  “I know that you don't wish to trade our freedom for a life of servitude, but the Dwarves have to right there to buy back there freedom... ”
Bandac reacted in shock. “Maqdor we know our way better then the knife ears underground, we can hunt and gather our own water, it will not be feast of course, but we will be free.”
“That might be the case, Uncle” His Niece replied in respectful tone, her cheeks still red.
“But in Aqua city, they will have pants for us to wear” As she finished her sentence the other former prisoners anomalously agreed to the notion.
As the group made there way to civilization all made sure, there savior closed the line.

Bandac wondered about this behavior but did not ask. And thus only noticed the lack of his southern necessities hours later.