The elf held up with a strength unexpected from a body so slim and willowy in appearance, blade shooting flatly upward as his head ducked, long plait of nut-brown hair swinging with the movement as he turned to meet Brom's charge. Again he cried out in his language, and from the horse's back, Elandriel called something weakly back, struggling to slide off the animal's back.<br/><br/>She hit the ground with a thud and let her legs crumple gracefully beneath her, setting her on her rump while one hand lifted to cover her wound. Her hand swung out and away from her, and as if she'd flung a razor-edged dagger, a short swatch was cut in the nearby grasses - the wound being flung from her.<br/><br/>The warrior elf did not look at her, though - waiting half-crouched as Brom charged him, and at the last moment threw himself forward in a roll to dive under the human's guard and come up inside it, the tip of his sword screeing with an inexplicable blue flash as it screed along the demon armor, seeking a point of weakness.