The sudden point of the sword leveled at him stayed the elf abruptly, but he all but growled at the bigger man... and then his eyes shifted to Elandriel, widening as she extended a blood-stained hand toward him as if supplicating.<br/><br/>"I am sorry, Kynathien,<em>a'mael ohtar.</em>" The prayer was, as it had been battle, short and harsh sounding, and her other hand flicked out toward her fellow elf. Kynathien's torso bowed as if he'd been struck, a grunt of pain falling from tan lips as a hand clasped suddenly to his ribs, where a darker brown stain was suddenly spreading through the cloth.<br/><br/>"Elandriel...?" There was disbelief in his voice, and then a sound of strangled anguish as he tried to duck and dart past the human's sword, throwing himself at human and elfwoman.