Brom's eyes widened and his nostrils flared.  He took a step back and reached up to clutch at the sudden wound, leaving the knife embedded in Elandriel's breast as he bent and stumbled to steady himself against the large wooden rack that sat nearby.  He hissed sharply and clamped his jaws tightly together to hold back any cry of pain, but his gaze swiftly moved from shook to fury as he glared at Elandriel.<br/><br/>"Stupid elven bitch," he snarled, "How dare you harm your Master?"<br/><br/>The slave yelped in fear and began to cry anew in fear as she trembled and clung unwillingly to her position between them.<br/><br/>Brom sprang back to his feet and drew back his hand as he stepped closer, backhanding Elandriel viciously once he closed the gap again.  Without pause, he brought his hand back, striking her other cheek nearly as sharply before bring his hand back.  Back and forth his blows racked her head, as he unleashed his rage upon her in a steady stream of brutal strikes.<br/>