If she had a moment to think upon it, she might have been proud of the way he faced down that barbed bolt.  The brute's attention focused upon him, giving her just the edge she needed to slam her lithe frame into his side.  Her head lowering, hitting him with her shoulder, in the soft roundness of his belly.  The bigger man gasped as he stumbled back.  “Jira!  I wasn't going to shoot!”  His voice gruff, breathless as he would try to regain his equilibrium.<br/><br/>The large man rubbing his ribs lightly, glaring at the dark-headed warrioress.  “Though nice t'see that ye have not lost yer touch, gel.  Though, didst ye 'ave to hit so 'ard?”<br/><br/>“I thought..  Damnit!  Did you have to scare me like that?”  Little strands of hair falling across her hair, her entire demeanor one of disarray.  Her heart was beating too fast.  “He hasn't been trained..”  Correcting herself, turning towards Kinngar now, instead of talking over his head.  “Kinngar Garlerran, meet.. My teacher.. Telgryn Hykrithe.  Telgryn.. This is Kinngar Garlerran.. Rightful King..”  And perhaps it showed in the way he had stood up in the face of almost certain death.  That barbed quarrel gleaming in the sunlight now, though it was no longer pointed at anyone or anything.<br/><br/>“Well!  Let me look at'ye lad!”  The man was built like a bear, and his large hand grabbed the boy's shoulder, jerking him forward slightly.  “'E's feisty alright.. But does 'e always let ye fight 'is battles for him, lass?”  Jira's eyebrows drawing in as she would straighten her shoulders.<br/><br/>“He's young yet.. He hasn't been properly trained..”  She would have continued but he seemed to bowl right over her.<br/><br/>“Not properly Trained!”  He roared, his bushy brows drawing inwards as he would turn back to Jira.  “What do you mean, not properly trained.. How is he supposed to take back the throne like this?!”<br/><br/>“Thats just it!  I need your help.. I cannot teach him on my own..  He learns quickly..”<br/><br/>“I 'ave nae taken a student in.. well.. Since ye, Jira..”  Turning to the boy he would squint at him. “What say ye, Lad?  Willing t'Learn?”