The stallion reared and screamed, pawing at the air.  Brom clung tightly, trying to calm the animal and snapping his head to look towards the direction the arrow had come from.  He could not dismount while the animal was thrashing, nor could he turn it to charge...<br/><br/>Instead he jerked his elf's leash tight, lifting her from the ground.  "Take the wound," he snarled, "Take the wound NOW!"