"Right...sounds simple enough." Ghent tried to hide the fact that the task ahead scared him silly. He barely had the nerve to break a window, let alone kill a sorceress capable of destroying an entire world.
A low rumble of thunder sounded in the distance. At the mention of Drust being under extra stress, Ghent swallowed uneasily. If he wanted to help prevent the Curse from possessing the Knight further, he realized that he would need to watch his mouth and learn to follow orders.
"Hope he's in a better mood when we show up ... " Ghent halted as Elayra put a hand to his shoulder, thinking she'd spotted something. After a look around, he found that this wasn't her reason for stopping him. They were alone, the few pedestrians they'd passed were nowhere in sight.
"Let me give it a go first."
"Be my guest." Ghent didn't object in the slightest. He scoffed at the mention of blowing up the shop, believing the comment to be a joke while wondering if there was any truth to her words. His magic was as much of a mystery to him as Elayra was.
While Elayra prepared herself, Ghent paid special attention to her stance so that he might copy her when his turn came. If at all possible, he wanted to improve and get in a bit of practice before they were faced with the dangers of Wonderland. Skilled as she was, it didn't take long for the magic to answer Elayra's call. Ghent watched, amazed as she sent a force of air towards the window, raindrops shooting from the glass upon impact.
"Not bad." The window was still in one piece, but Ghent was impressed by how quickly the magic connected with her. "Guess you need someone with a little more strength, though," he smirked at her, stepping forward to be in position. "Don't worry. I'll take it from here."
Ghent closed his eyes to focus, grimacing as the nickname reached his ears. "Couldn't you think of something a little more flattering, Blondie?" He sent her an unamused look over his shoulder, straightening when she asked him to repeat the focus word.
"Oh, yeah...good idea." Remembering his failure from earlier, Ghent repeated the word in his head a few times before speaking it aloud. "In-ex-us," he echoed her. "In..ex...us. Inexus. Got it."
Looking both ways to ensure no pedestrians were in the near vicinity, Ghent exhaled shakily. Focusing never came easily to him. "Here goes ... "
Eyes scrunched tight, Ghent attempted to empty his mind as Elayra advised. One thought jumped to the next, and before he knew it, he began to focus on the fact that Elayra watching him. A full minute ticked by without so much as a spark.
Finally, Ghent gave up, sighing in defeat. "Nothing's there," he admitted, ashamed to face her after the bragging he'd done. An idea dawned upon him, and without explanation he stepped towards Elayra, clasped a hand to each of her shoulders, and turned her to face the opposite direction. "Sorry. I think you're making me nervous."
Back in his place, Ghent closed his eyes, giving himself a second try. "No peeking," he warned, repeating the focus word a few times more in his head. "I'm like an artist, I can't be watched."
With his mind better at ease, Ghent remained still, tuning out the sounds of the city. Half a minute went by when out of nowhere, he felt a surge of energy shoot through his finger tips into both hands. It was a familiar feeling, one he recognized from the first time he'd reached out to the magic.
Eyes snapping open, Ghent didn't hesitate. Just as he'd seen Elayra do, he shot his hands towards the window, eager to prove himself. "Inexus!"