Owen took a step back and tensed, he had a dagger with him, but no proper blade.  Nor was he in armor like Brom.  And the eldest of the current Percivan's was renowned as a mighty fighter.  He could not win this fight, no matter how strong his desire to avenge the wrongs this beast had inflicted on Felicity.  But there was no backing down either.<br/><br/>Brom gazed down at Felicity and she could glimpse the cruel gleam of his eyes.  "I should not allow one of my vassals defy me so openly," he said as he lowered his sword to brush the tip along her cheek, "But... if you promise to be willing and wanton and to not only obey my slightest desire but to act as if it pleases you to be used I will allow you a moment to say goodbye to your Owen, and to calm him enough to apologize for his outburst."