Ritter walked around the the court, rubbing the red mark on his cheek with his teeth tight. "I guess I should get used to this, How am I ganna be a warrior if I can't take a hit" he muttered to himself in a surprisingly happy tone. Sighing as layed down on the soft green grass Ritter was suprised by the arrival of someone drawn by horseback. She was very attractive, he couldn't help but want to see more of her under the armor she wore, that seemed to be useless to him. why were an irritating bulky peice of metal that merely slows you down when you can be fast enough to dodge your foe's attacks. Getting up to come to the horse it seemed pleased to meet him. "nice horse, what do you name it?"