Listens-to-Wind smiled faintly and shook his head. “Knocked senseless for a while, and wounded by blackberry thorns, though his armor protected him from the worst of it.” I found myself barking out a short little laugh of relief. “That armor? You’re kidding.” He shook his head. “Worst thing hurt was his pride, I think.” His dark eyes sparkled. “Little guy like that, taking on something so far out of his weight class. That was a sight to see.” Ebenezar snorted. “Yeah. Wonder where the pixie learned that.” I felt my cheeks coloring. “I didn’t want to do it. I had to.”
