Brom drew his whip back and shifted to gaze up at the elf in the trees above him.  He licked his lips at the sight of her, she was so delicate and beautiful and he found himself erect at the very sight of her.  She had no weapons, or at least no bow to strike at him with.  And he had no fear of her magics if she had any that she might try to stop him with.<br/><br/>So instead of answering her, he coiled his whip slowly and deliberately, then drew back and cracked it against the tortured animal once more.<br/>