Neither of the men noticed as the young woman pelted towards them, the arrow that was meant to be a tribute clenched in her fist. Faera's effort was not wasted, her stab striking true, the sharp arrowhead slicing easily though the weather toughened skin and burying deep into the muscle.
Of course, the now injured man's first and only reaction was to roar in pain, yanking his arm away from the source of this new attack and spinning to face the unseen enemy. His brother, the one with his back to the lava, took advantage of this distraction and took a swing at the back of the injured man's arm. "Ha, Gotcha, Jaq, you idiot." The coarse laughter was swallowed by a roar of anger and pain.
"Kell, you PETCHING SON OF A-!" Taking the arrow by the shaft, Jaq ripped the head from his flesh and flung it towards the open vent of the volcano. Huffing and puffing, a halfhearted jab was sent towards Kell's head, Jaq's eyes still searching for the source of the arrow.
Faera would hear a guttural yell from behind her when she was spotted, one that gave no doubt of a pursuit. It was only a few moments before Jaq caught the young woman, his superior strength and size working to his advantage here. With another angry yell, a meaty, blood soaked hand was extended, fingers grasping and catching hold of a hunk of the woman's hair. A sharp jerk brought Faera not only to a halt, but sailing backwards, only Jaq's hold on her keeping her from crashing to the ground.
With a satisfied growl, the big man tighetened his grip and spun the girl around to face him, bright green eyes mad with what could only be grief. But grief went only so far, and had morphed into mindless rage during the scuffle with his brother. Jaq couldn't comprehend that perhaps the girl had only been trying to help. She had hurt him, embarrassed him. She had to pay.
"What do you think you're doing, whore?" Jaq's voice was hoarse with rage as he pulled Faera up closer to his face; since he towered over the young woman, she was left to balance on her tiptoes. "What was the meaning of that? You realize you're going to pay..." A sharp jerk of her hair as Jaq bared down harder upon her. "...Right?"
Talk him down. The voice that slipped into her mind, echoing slightly and overcoming all her own thoughts, was very familiar, though Faera couldn't put her finger on why. Reason will win this. Use your brain.