With Sir Gallin's arrival back into the dining room, Blake simply gave him a short glance over... In the hopes of not trying to graps his total attention. But before he could head to his room, Gallin's hand swiped at his ear and pulling him to who-the-frizz-knows-where. His grip on his ear was quite strong... Strong to rip the poor guy's ear.<br/><br/>As Gallin threw into the gardens, he vanished from sight, reappearing atop one of columns. Though he didn't understand why, but it was nearly impossible for Blake to<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>believe that this knight had it in for him... Even their fight seemed like Gallin just wanted an excuse to kill him. He didn't trust him, let alone like him at all. While he didn't like it... He wasn't going to stand by and let Gallin bully him...<br/><br/>He fixed his face at Gallin, his eyes locking onto him, the once relaxed glare to one of sheer coldness. The coldness that freezes the faint of heart in place. "What do you want with me now?" He asked, cold air flowing from his lips as he spoke.