As Ivy struggled to regain her feet, a tall, confident figure emerged from the woods. "Well, well, seems you're a feisty one," the woman said, the shadowy outline resolving into a woman with skin as dark as coal, wearing a tight-fitting, dark-colored outfit, her hair even dyed black. "Wandering out here all alone, little elfy? Don't you know better? You're going to be mine," she said, purring softly, as she hefted a large, wooden spear, tipped with an obsidian spearpoint. "There's nowhere to run that I can't catch you, so just be a good little girl, and come with me. I'd hate to hurt you, after all."