"Oh, so [i]now[/i] you give me a weapon?" Ghent retrieved the dagger, surprised by the weight of it. The blade was well crafted and impeccably sharp; he could only pray that it would be enough to bring the shadowmire down. 
	"Could've really used this ten minutes ago when our guardian went ballistic!" Despite his complaints, Ghent was thankful to have something to defend himself with. A punch against this creature likely wouldn't have gone far, but now he had a chance. 

	Unfortunately, Ghent's plans to attack were cut short. A second shadowmire appeared out of seemingly nowhere.
	"There's another one!" Ghent had a talent for stating the obvious. Panicked, he moved himself to join Elayra, and not a moment too soon. The two shadowy monsters collided with a sound so horrible Ghent nearly abandoned his weapon in order to cover his ears. 
	"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Ghent grimaced towards Elayra, deeming her guilty of insanity. She /had/ to be mental, who in their right mind would take a dire situation so lightly?

	The shadows were currently entangled, giving the teenagers a chance to run. Unlike before, Ghent didn't bother to suggest this. For Elayra, escaping wasn't an option, and Ghent doubted he could tote her off without risking a few broken ribs for his efforts. Elayra may have been a princess, but she[i] wasn't [/i]a damsel in distress. Ghent was another story. 'Distress' was written all over his face. 

	"Okay, talk to me! How do we kill these things?!" Ghent held the dagger with both hands, keeping the weapon in front of him as if the very sight would be enough to ward off the twin shadows. Apparently, hand to hand combat wasn't the only thing he needed to brush up on.