Arellius Afer III
Arellius snarled as a most sudden, horrible pain tore up his right arm, and the Breton's head remained fixed on her shoulders. But, thankfully, the sting was only momentary, sharp but incredibly brief; enough to throw off his concentration a moment but not permanently impair it. Totally unlike the wound he'd inflicted on the Altmer; having a chunk torn out of your shoulder was bound to hurt, and continue to hurt long after the blow had been struck. Result enough, he guessed, though there was no time to think about it all now.
The Violent Mercenary with no regard for innocents stumbled back a step after striking the Healer, falling back in line with Per. He menacingly bared both blades as he stared down his ex-captives, angling his body so his gaze also encompassed that of the troublesome [&@%!]-Breton. He took another step back when the grounded Altmer - who he had never considered a threat till now, the crying, lack of responsiveness, and other such signs of inactivity throwing him off. A clever ploy, he concluded - targeted a spell at him, attempting to dodge.