While Drust avoided the brunt of the attack, Ghent felt an explosion of pain on his side. A punch from Mrs. Saxon's son felt like a love tap compared to this guy. Ghent was out of his league, but his stubbornness prevailed.
	"Some[i] guardian[/i]." Ribs throbbing, Ghent coughed, his eyes never leaving Drust even as Elayra's words reached his ears. [i]Feeding? Feeding what? Drust's anger? The Curse?[/i]
	Ghent believed himself clever, but cleverness wasn't enough. Not when facing up against a trained knight of Wonderland. Winning wasn't on the agenda, surviving was.
	Doing what he could to regain his footing, Ghent tried again. This time, he aimed a punch at Drust's chest; Ghent's other arm had been successfully forced away, and so he aimed a knee to his midsection as well. 
	"[i]Hey![/i] Blondie! If you're going to run for it, now would be a good time!"