Heron Lake Plateau punch drunk

He can tell by the look in her eye that she'll be lording this over him for a while. Ambrose thinks about that for a split second before something more horrifying comes to mind - what if she tells Niamh? He can't have any rumors spreading about how he lost to a girl! If he was going to make a name for himself he'd have to compensate for this loss; maybe he'd start a war, or save some damsels, or fight a dragon (or a bear, wink wink).

When she lets him up he's laughing but there isn't much cheer in his eyes. He's a sore loser; comes with the territory. But she's washing her hands of him quickly enough, and he's nodding, I'll be sure to do that. Thanks for the spar, was fun, and he's already making a hasty exit. No time to waste, after all.