The whip snapped in a tight coil around her ankle, and her head whipped around in a mist of whiteblonde hair, staring at him in that tense moment before he yanked her from the limb.<br/><br/>But Elandriel was elf, and fell with a twist that landed her in a graceful crouch beside the bleating, squirming dow. Her free hand shot down to grab the whip just before her ankle, and the sliver blade came slashing down after, to slice through the hardened coil of leather.