Ghent had a strong suspicion that the red one was the stronger of the two, but he certainly wasn't going to protest. Contrary to him, Elayra had proven herself more than capable in combat. "Red's yours, Blackie's mine. Got it." Ghent did not argue. Taking on the less powerful of the two was fine by him.

	With Elayra engaged in combat, that left Ghent and Blackie. 
	Ghent had angered Drust easily enough. Angering a temperamental shadow creature shouldn't prove much different. 
	"What's wrong, tiny? You the runt of the litter?" Keeping the shadowmire in sight was no problem; Ghent could hardly look away from the monstrosity. "Look at you! You're [i]so small![/i] You'd make a cute pet." Inwardly, Ghent was freaking out. Outwardly, he smirked and switched the dagger to his dominant hand. "Think you need your nails clipped, though...let me take a look, okay?"

	Normally, Ghent would have lunged for an attack, but he needed to get in close enough to ensure that the creature wouldn't return to its shadow. "Here kitty...you're not scared, are you?" The taunting was going well until Ghent caught sight of Elayra being flung across the alleyway. [i]Definitely not good.[/i]
Depending on how Elayra landed, she may not have been able to recover in time. If she wasn't, Ghent wanted to give her a chance to regain her footing without being torn to shreds.
	"HEY! Red!" Ghent whistled, then motioned the stronger of the shadows his way. Coming up with a distraction was something he [i]could[/i] do. "Over here!"