"I'm [i]trying [/i]to help!" Elayra's reaction was opposite to what Ghent had envisioned. Didn't she realize he was staying for her? Playing hero wasn't really working out; Elayra didn't want a hero, she wanted him gone. Glass and fragments of wood littered the ground of their makeshift battlefield, and Ghent moved forward to meet his foe after he witnessed Drust kick Elayra in the middle.
	"Alright, that does it!"
	Elayra hit the ground hard; there was no telling if she could recover from that in time. Now in a defensive pose, Ghent moved himself so that he would be between her and Drust. 
	"Listen to me: you need to get out of here, this guy is nuts." Ghent spoke to Elayra as if Drust were not present. Angering him further was dangerous, but it could also help break the man's concentration. Ghent's logic was heavily influenced by movies and video games.

	[b]“Let’s find out if you deserve to be called Hatter’s son, shall we?”[/b]
	"I'd hate to disappoint you." Ghent balled his hand into a fist and tried to crack his knuckles. This was an attempt to appear menacing, but the motion hurt, and he shook his hand to rid himself of the cramp. 
	"[i]Darn it[/i]..."
	Ghent didn't excel at first impressions, but he was determined to hold his own long enough for Elayra to get to safety. That was the plan, anyway. Drust's menacing behavior would have been enough to scare off the bravest of souls, but Ghent couldn't leave. Elayra had taken a hit for him, now Ghent would take a hit for her. Or several.

	This wasn't a childish fight at school. This was going to get ugly fast. Drust seemed fully capable in battle, sword or not. Surviving would require a mixture of agility and quick thinking. 
"Before we start," Ghent slid a hand to his pocket and withdrew the phone. "I want to capture the moment." With the camera flash on, he snapped a photo in hopes of momentarily blinding Drust. Coming from Earth had a few perks, at least. 
	Moving fast, Ghent dropped the phone, ran in, and aimed an uppercut to his opponent's jaw.