The fight had been surprisingly fierce for as brief as it had been, Theasar paused a moment looking around the clearing, the fallen knights, the loyalists, his own men. The last bothered him, he did not much care for his own soldiers to die, though it was certainly a risk they all took.    That knight, the one in charge, he was going to be a problem, Theasar already could tell that much without even really speaking with the man.<br/><br/>He looked around a moment at what remained of his men, the arches appeared out of the trees, and Theasar sheathed his sword as he looked around quietly. “get these cleaned up….burry those men, we’ll use the horses to get our back home” he said pausing to look at the knights who had died “burn them” he ordered before looking around, it didn’t take too much time to figure out where she had run, he followed her trail through the woods, foot prints, broken branches, scraps of cloth.<br/><br/>Theasar stopped at the top of the embankment looking down to the princess trapped in the briar patch a moment. It was a sad sight for sure, but he had the impression they were pressed for time. It seemed likely that the knight would return with reinforcements, and even if he had not seen the crest on the armor, a silver dragon on a field of red, he did not want to be out here much later than was needed.<br/><br/>“do you need some help?”<br/>