Teodor sighs with relief that only the pony was hurt. He cleans his blades and slips them into their sheaths. "Anybody know what that thing is? Or was?"
"Stable. I will heal her in the morning. Unless one of you can get her on her hooves, I cannot move before tomorrow. Maybe sending her against such opponent wasn't the smartest thing to do. She's still not fully trained.""Well that was unpleasant. How's the pony?" Michael asks while he checks on the fallen soldiers.