He was actually on one knee, shaking his head, holding it with one hand, and waiting for the world to stop spinning so quickly and the ringing to stop. The last troll had gotten lucky with a desperate strike, and while he had caught it with his shoulder armor, it had glanced up and hit him in the head fairly well, even if it was only a glancing blow. He could heal the mild concussion, but just the fact it had connected meant he needed more training with the blade. After a minute or so he stood back up, a touch unsteadily to be sure, but using magic immediately after a head blow was not the soundest of ideas. It was minor, and wouldn't do more than annoy him slightly for a bit. He walked over to the last troll, and efficiently removed its head, before limping slightly to the horses, cursing under his breath. He gave the noblewoman a tight smile as he pulled himself up into the saddle, still not using his badly bruised sword arm. "Ready to leave? I suspect these are not the only ones hired to ensure you don't make it to your destination."