Brom stopped a moment, but all across his blackened armor more bloodrunes like the ones that gleamed along his blade flared to life, glowing brightly as they spelled out words of protection and warding in the foul language of demonic magic.<br/><br/>Once the speel and rolled across him and faltered, he moved closer once more and thrust his sword at her, aiming to jab her deeply enough to draw blood but not to sink more than an inch or so of his blade into her shoulder.