The only thought going through his mind as the warrior advanced was that this was going to smart. Getting a boot to the face changed it to complete and utter bloody murder. He had managed to make the stab, nearly removing the brute's hand from his arm, and was bringing the sword back around in an abbreviated arc to get some revenge when the Queen called time. He had to unequip the sword as his hand started to release it to keep from making an attack, but the disdain he was already feeling toward the Queen was quickly turning into outright contempt as he kept getting yanked around. He did land on the brute though, one foot to the chest, the other JUST missing his crotch and catching him in the lower abdomen, so at least he got to work out some of his annoyance.<br/><br/>He turned and left the ring, utterly ignoring the Queen, heading back home to pick up Whisper, and get some practice with the lance in while he could, ignoring his broken nose. He would let the ring of regen he had gotten to replace the first one to fix it.