The elf was a few inches shorter, much slimmer than the human - but he also wore no armor, and was able to move quicker, slender blade darting up like the swift, sure movements of a dragonfly to deflect blows from his dark skin, green eyes glinting.<br/><br/>There was only the warning of  Elandriel's voice behind, and then her weight was abruptly upon Brom's back, clinging to him as if he were one of the trees she was wont to climb - trying to stay his blows. And through the struggle, the other elf let himself be pressed back, step by step, but didn't seem to want now to land any other attempted blows.