Brom watched the two elves, his lips curling wickedly as he watched the pain bloom in the fallen elf's face.<br/><br/>He sheathed his sword, reaching to curl his gauntleted hand in Elandriel's hair as he drew his dagger instead and ran the blade of if slowly over her ribcage.<br/><br/>"Give him this as well," he growled as he suddenly drew the blade along the underside of her breast, cutting the soft flesh deeply.