Kennith let out an unmanly yell as his pony went down, falling into the brambles and rolling a good foot before he was too tangled to go any further. The bramables cut at his clothes and skin, making him look more torn up and dazed than he wouldve. Managing to get himself untangled, he walked out and stared in slight horror at their barbarish ways. Feeling rather discouraged about being with them, he looked at Servian as he spoke to him. "What kind of aim was that?!" he snapped, throwing his arms in the air before letting them fall to his sides again.<br/><br/>Grumbling crossly about his, what had seemed like from his point of view, near death experience. "Clearly, hunting is not. My name is Kennith not Kenny,<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>," he grumbled. Walking over to them, he stared with clear disgust at the blood on Servian's face. "You dont want to go back to the castle looking like that. Princess Luna will certainly dislike it," he said as politely and civily as possible in his torn up state. Small cuts stinging his face and arms from where the undergrowth had ripped at his skin the most. The blood from the boar was dripping onto Servian's shirt and staining it red. Kennith watched for a moment before looking away. "I suppose i have to ride with one of you then. Or am i having to walk back?" he asked, clearly letting his anger get the better of him.