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 guardian." Ribs throbbing, Ghent coughed, his eyes never leaving Drust even as Elayra's words reached his ears. Feeding? Feeding what? Drust's anger? The Curse?
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.
"Hey! Blondie! If you're going to run for it, now would be a good time!"
"Some guardian." Ribs throbbing, Ghent coughed, his eyes never leaving Drust even as Elayra's words reached his ears. Feeding? Feeding what? Drust's anger? The Curse?
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.
"Hey! Blondie! If you're going to run for it, now would be a good time!"



