Brom let go, shoving the wounded warrior forward to sprawl on the stones and moving to press one booted foot to the man's back and hold him down as he grinned cruelly.  The moonlight played over his handsome features as he fixed Elandriel with his gaze.<br/><br/>"We're only sending the dead back," he answered, "But if you beg prettily enough, I might allow you to add him to their number..."<br/><br/>As the words left his lips, the arrow was loosed.  A glimmer in the moonlight as it crossed the rooftop with a soft whistle.  Brom's face turned from sneer to surprise and the human spun, his boot grinding into the spine of his victim and forcing a strangled cry as Brom's full armored weight crushed his chest against the stones.  The arrow streaked, bright in the lunar glow and true.  Brom's arm came up, too slow and too late, and a spray of red blood arched as his head was thrown back from the force of the impact.  And the collar about Elandriel's neck wailed in unison with the human's scream of agony as he fell.<br/><br/>"There will be no more death from your hand," hissed the elven warrior as he stepped forward, bow dropped to allow him to draw a graceful sword and its matched long dagger.<br/><br/>Brom staggered to the edge of the battlements and turned back toward his captive, reaching out with his bloody hand as more of his precious life flowed freely from the ruin that had been his eye.  That he clung to life at all was startling given the brutal efficiency of the wound.<br/><br/>"If I die..." he gasped as his hand reached to catch one of the bars and pull Elandriel's cage close, "My father will burn... everything... hunt your people... to the last..."