To his credit, Bradley let the blow hit him. It smacked hard into his face, and he had enough sense to roll his head to let it mostly glance off. But he still took the blow. He had clearly offended this one, and her pride was on the line or something.
Maybe. Bradley never did understand women very well.
He turned to the other and shrugged. "If you were just going to trip over yourselves, yes, I told you to get out of the way. I was hoping you'd.... not actually trip over yourselves, but clearly that wasn't the case," he said, turning his attention then to the girl. "You want to be effective in combat? Turn all that anger at me at the shadows and the riders and the horsemen, and then we'll talk about whether you're a good fighter or not." The apprentice knight picked up some sort of berry from the corpse and vanished, without so much as another word to the two of them. Just a sort of wave.
Viva Viola
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