The knight spun lazily in the air, completely unfazed. "Who knows what those Templars are planning," he chirped, sword balanced perfectly on one finger. "But that doesn't mean you lot should start lazing around. And did I say it's urgent?."
Ben's eyebrow twitched. "You did say that. Right before telling me you were going to hibernate again and then you popped out just in time to jump into our fight with Slark."
"Oh, come on," the knight puffed up, crossing his tiny arms. "I saved your hides. That shadow freak nearly skewered the both of you."
"Yeah, sure," Ben muttered. "Funny how you waited until the last second. You could've helped from the start instead waiting that long."
The knight shrugged, still floating. "Where's the fun in that?"
Ben rolled his eyes. But before he could say more, the knight's eyes flared, and his voice deepened, serious now.
"Enough chatter. It's time for your next training session."
Ben groaned. "Again?"
