Joan rose an eyebrow at him. She was about to open her mouth to respond playfully before he galloped off-leaving her in the dust. She frowned and pushed her horse after him. Being a field soldier, she had refused to become attached to even horses, being familiar with them being slain from under her. She was using one of the royal hunting horses, whose name she did not know. While this prevented her from having quite the connection with her steed that Garnier had with Firebrand, she found it more efficient. She was willing to give up some of the speed of knowing a horse closely for not giving up a pet to battle.<br/><br/>She pushed the stallion into a charge after Firebrand, leaning far over the front of her saddle to reduce wind resistance. Her braid whipped back behind her, and some of her bangs came loose and flipped in front of her face. She missed the branch, but heard Garnier hit the ground. A booming laugh came from her, and she passed him by. He was a soldier- he could handle a blow like that, and she knew it. "Pay more attention next time!" She called over her shoulder without stopping. However, she didn't see the stream coming, and her horse stopped quite suddenly just at its edge. With a shout of dismay, she was flipped over the front of her steed and landed in the middle of the stream.<br/><br/>Water splashed up all around her and she swore, wiping her hair out of her face. Luckily, she was mostly undamaged. She spat out a bit of water and pulled her heavy clothes out of the water with the rest of her. "You okay, Garnier?" She called, climbing up the bank and trying to wring out her armor.<br/><br/>((Did you see? Did you see? I got approved! ^_______________^))