"That's a good dog. You've learned not to get too ahead of yourself."

Lysandra rises to her feet with a little grunt. She braces herself on her knees and looks down at Ben's prone form. Her braid slips over one shoulder and she winks at Ben. Then she stands fully and walks away to pick her broom back up.

"You can try that again any old day. I might have had you at a real disadvantage with the hand to hand. Your stances were a bit more suited to swordplay."