A brief grinding noise marked the faceless, gaunt frame of the knight standing on his feet again. The view was no less than an imposing silhouette, with an aggressive slouch that scared the living dayligh--That's not fear. And they're looking somewhere else.<br/><br/>A grim yet curious glance to Claire's side revealed a petite little lady brandishing her commando tushie like it's a masterwork axe. The flagrant silver hair confirmed that this would be Lord Devereaux's popular employer, which seemed to specialize in the business of pointed reactions. Apparently, the inspiring taunt worked quite well on everyone who had witnessed it. Long, torturous seconds passed before the bodyguard realized that Lady Laplace was gone, and that he'd be soon left behind as well.<br/><br/>Scrambling (and nearly tripping), the vanguard bravely ran away to chase after his comrades! Without managing to drop a lance or drop his knee.