Brom's hand clutched at the cage, pulling it to scrape against the stone battlements as she lifted her hand to his damaged face.  His other hand came up as well, grasping the shaft of the arrow.<br/><br/>Kynathien stepped closer, shaking his head at the sight before him and paralyzed by disbelief at both that and the words she'd called to him.  And in that moment, Brom pulled, wrenching the arrow free with a roar.  It was a mixture of the sharp pain at the tearing pull of the elegant silver barbs and the sudden surge of his strength and life flowing back into him.<br/><br/>Brom released the cage and rose back to his feet, fixing the elven warrior with his freshly mended gaze.  Blood and thicker fluids splashed across his face like primative warpaint and the look of fury burning in his eyes was equally savage.  The wooden shaft snapped as his fist closed and he snarled, more animal then man as he stepped to close with Kynathien and draw his larger sword to face the smaller man.<br/><br/>Grief-striken eyes darted to the swinging cage and then back.  There was no time to think, so much in so little a time.  But if Elandriel's words were true... If these humans were in league with the Lord of Pain...  Bringing warning to the wood was more important than one elf's life.  But that did not lessen the rending ache of seeing her, naked and caged and bleeding or remove the scream echoing in his ears.<br/><br/>"Your sacrifice will be remembered," he called out to her as he backed away from the mad lordling.