"I was only teasing." Ghent didn't sound sorry because he wasn't sorry.
	"You're pretty touchy about the whole royalty thing. Is it supposed to be a secret?" If it was, Ghent didn't understand why. No one was around to hear, yet the tension in the room was at an all time high. [i]What was with these two? [/i] 

	[b]"Cocky child, aren’t you?"[/b]
	"Hope you ain't referring to me, Gramps." Ghent was indeed cocky. His sarcastic, presumptuous behavior had triggered the darkness consuming the White Knight's very being. The markings were moving at an alarming rate, and Drust's eyes were nearly overcome by the black and red webs of color. There was something very, [i]very[/i] wrong with this man. 

	"That...doesn't look good." Ghent blinked in surprise, his confusion multiplying when Elayra spoke to Drust as if he were a rabid animal on the verge of snapping. Unfortunately, her efforts to calm the knight proved unsuccessful.
[b]	“There’s more than one way to skin a cat.”[/b]	
	Elayra didn't have to give a second warning: fearing for his life, Ghent turned and ran. Until now, he hadn't realized the extent of what the curse had done to Drust. The proposition was becoming less and less appealing; how could he hope to survive Wonderland if he couldn't survive a single meeting?

	Ghent jerked the door open, but the clashing of metal was enough for him to whirl around.
	"[i]Wait![/i]" Staying was foolish. Ghent was unarmed and outclassed, but he didn't want Elayra to pay for his mistakes. "You're supposed to be her guardian, not her attacker!" The fact that Elayra was able to hold a sword against the muscular knight was incredible; how could someone so small possess so much strength? 
	"Yeah, you're brave with a sword in your hand, Drust...bet you don't have the guts to face me without one." Ghent was scared, but he wasn't cowardly enough to leave Elayra there by herself. If at all possible, Ghent wanted to get their current enemy to drop his sword. "Are you going to face me or not?"