Martin jumped on, dropping his staff in the process and grasped her main with his hands. Without a saddle and bridle, it was all he could do to hold on, as they shoot across the landscape. She was off and running full out, distancing them from the unmounted guards. Finally, after a few minutes of running, they were far enough away that Martin was no longer worried about pursuit. The only horses in the village were work horses, which could never outrun a true stead like his friend had become. "Slow down and change back Abelina."