What is it with these totally rude elves always trying to run away from you!? The would-be predator just lets his quarry fall to the ground as he tears off down the street like a big quitter, as though you couldn't fly fast enough to catch him or even charm him into coming back. The plastered woman has the good sense to stay in place, at least, leaning against the nearest wall as she clumsily rises to her feet. Either one looks like easy pickings, but why settle for one when you can have both? Speaking of delicious threesomes, you briefly wonder how your spawn are doing in their new lives.