Ademar felt uncomfortable with the woman. It was a strange feeling. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. Normally, he was outspoken and comfortable with everyone. He was definitely comfortable with himself. That was the pre-requisite to being comfortable with others. There was something about this woman that was different. He was not accustomed to warrior women. That one aspect stood out to him. He'd spent so much time in the company of men with the<span style="font-style: italic">companions</span>. Naturally, they were all men. That was the first reason. The second, was that Ademar found himself very attracted to her. This attraction, possibly a loss of control frightened the warrior. His natural instinct was to be in control all the time. This sensation threatened that state of mind and he didn't like it.<br/><br/>With the mention of the hit, Ademar felt his ribs. They ached, a sharp pain, but not overly debilitating. They did not hurt to breathe. That single blessing reassured him they were not broken. He'd experienced broken ribs before. Yes, this pain would last, but it was tolerable. "You're right," Ademar smiled at the woman. "I normally have a decent sense of situational awareness." Ademar stretched out his shoulder and arm, rotating it around to loosen the muscles and tendons, to assess exactly what he felt and what may have been imagined. Ademar looked her in the eye with a smile, "It is moments like this that serve to remind me to not get too confident and pay attention." He smiled and began gathering his blades.<br/><br/>Ademar tossed a few during the fight and found what was once lost. He noticed the large beautiful black Stallion, she called<span style="font-style: italic">"Lesan"</span>. Ademar was greatly impressed by the beast. "Wow!" The man stared uncontrollably at the brilliant animal. "How did you come by such an animal? He is magnificent?" Ademar waited her response. He then continued to gather his gear. He observed the Trolls to insure they were not getting back up anytime soon. The creatures did seem to be resting peacefully.<br/><br/>"My mount is one I only recently acquired." Ademar then began to scan the darkened horizon for the creature. "He may have run off," Ademar laughed nervously. "We really hadn't h ad time to bond yet. I simply named him<span style="font-style: italic">"Ziggy"</span>. But then Ziggy does not know his name is Ziggy. So, I doubt he will come for that." Ademar then thought to jump about in the direction he traveled to search for the horse. He looked at the young woman, smiled, threw up a sole finger and spoke, "one minute."<br/><br/>In the blink of an eye, he jumped into the desert in the direction he came from. On the first jump he found<span style="font-style: italic">Ziggy</span>chewing on some grass about a hundred yards from where they fought their battle. He gathered the reins and resaddled. Ademar trotted the horse back to his new companion. "It appears Ziggy didn't get too far away," he smiled at her, leaned down and patted the horse on the neck. "Your name is?"