Sorry the conquest! We had no chance against them.

It was slaughter, indiscriminate slaughter, for they spared none, killing old and young, effectively ridding the land of our presence.
It was like the end of the world to us.

We fled to the trees as a last refuge, only to be surrounded and killed, family by family.

We saw much of this during that day, and besides, I wanted to see.

The Swift One and I never remained long in one tree, and so escaped being surrounded.