Another missed attack.[i] Great.[/i] This couldn't have gone much worse. 
	Ghent couldn't keep himself from shouting out in a combination of pain and frustration as he felt his arms twisted in such an unnatural way. Drust's grip was stronger than he could have ever prepared himself for, and any chance of escape was gone.
	Since Ghent couldn't move his upper body, he struggled using his lower half and made an attempt to kick Drust in the shins. By now, Elayra had regained her footing, and not a moment too soon. A fourth member had joined the party.

	One moment, Ghent was restrained. The next, he was shoved to the side. To prevent himself from hitting the ground, Ghent caught hold of the shelf and gasped as he witnessed a curious looking shadow take form into a terrible, blackened monster with eyes so eerie they rivaled Drust's. [i]"What the...?![/i]" 
	Feeling Elayra take hold of his wrist, Ghent followed, but he couldn't tear his eyes off of the creature. Was [i]this [/i]the Curse? Did the Curse have a form?
	Ghent's questions were never voiced; his words were caught in his throat. The roar was enough to snap Ghent out of his trance, and he practically pushed Elayra out the door. Wonderland's curse had made its way to Earth. 
	"Did you see that thing?!" A stupid question, really. Who could have missed it? 
	"We have to get out of here!" Ghent wasn't going to stick around to see who won, he moved ahead of Elayra and started to pull her towards the street, oblivious that a second shadow was already perusing them.