Damon had told her to run and Elena was intent on doing just that. At any other time she might have argued with him. Might have told him that she wasn't going anywhere. But she wouldn't now. Kol had proved dangerous enough. And there was Jeremy to think of as well. She turned for the door, only to have the Original blur in front of her.
"According to my brother you're off-limits," Kol advised her. "Please don't test me." And before she could respond, he'd pushed her back into the room. She collided with something, forehead hitting the sharp corner of some piece of furniture. It would bleed a bit freely; head wounds always did.
Pushing herself up, Elena's hand gingerly probed the wound to her forehead. She was off-limits, but that apparently didn't completely rule out some collateral damage. But any self-pity was gone at the sickening sound of bat connecting with flesh over and over again. As long as Kol didn't stake Damon as he had Mary, the Salvatore would be alright. But it still hurt him. Elena didn't dare get between them while the weapon was swinging, but as Kol stopped, grinning down at the vampire on the floor, Elena stepped forward
"You're even," she repeated his words. Gaze was pleading with him, begging him to just leave Damon alone. "Please..."