Eldarin growled under his breath. He'd been luckily that he'd pulled that off with practically no injury. Other than of course, his arm's outer layer of blackened flesh. It was on the defensive for now though. Should he take this chance to heal? He had several chugs of ichor left and could likely refill it from this enemy given it was slain. Yes, he should do it now. Eldarin quickly reached behind him and took out a vial of the blood and removed the cork with his mouth, quickly, drinking the whole thing in one quick gulp and it went back where it came from. His blackened arm nearly miraculously shed its layer of skin revealing itself to be good as new. Eldarin also felt a surge of energy flow through him and he looked at his enemy with new eyes. His shield was out of reach from his maneuver so he was left with his blade and a few arrows. Well if nothing else they served as half functional daggers. Eldarin glanced at Bronwick briefly, [b]"I'm going to charge."[/b] was all he said. Bronwick could figure something out. Eldarin proceeded to do just that, given that shield hadn't taken advantage of the brief moment he'd spent taking his drink. He sprinted forward, sword in one hand and an arrow held in the other like a dagger. Eldarin planned to slash downwards with his sword, to serve as a diversion as he thrust the arrow through the shield's eye hole. Of course it wouldn't hit anything, but Eldarin planned to turn his hand once inside and stab at the imp with the shorter, albeit somewhat awkward, weapon.