Henry glared at Mikhael with his eyes wide open, gripping the shaft of his spear even tighter as he peered at him through his rounded glasses. Henry's buzz cut made him look like a cartoon, in conjunction with his bulbous eyes and stubby little nose. Lucas turned his head slowly towards Mikhael, peering at him through the small slit in his helmet. The man towered over his three peers, standing over 6 feet tall in his glorious armor, but his attitude didn't match his stature at all. Lillian rolled her eyes listlessly and continued to gaze off into space.

	"You lack years," Lucas grunted, shifting in place. His armor clanked quietly. "And as per usual, knowledge. Discrimination is thick in these ranks. I am brother to a disrespectful sister, and plagued by a mistake that should hold no weight on my character."

	"Your [i]disrespectful[/i] sister was just knighted," Lillian said under her breath, "And you let 30 men die, back then." Henry loosened his grip and shifted himself away from Lucas. The iron giant said nothing. Lillian went silent shortly afterwards as well.

	"You shouldn't be so hard on him, Mikey," Henry whispered in Mikhael's direction, "Besides, you're not knighted, either."

	"Queen Maya would have knighted him long ago if he was wiser," Lillian spat, "Fortunately, our mighty Queen is not as dense as she makes herself out to be."

	"Lillian!" Lucas hissed, but glances from nearby Knights silenced him before he had a chance to speak.