Jarah growled in frustration, squirming a bit. "Let me go, warlock! Why are you even causing trouble right now?!" He huffed, ready to stick a fusion gernade on the other guardian. The guardian's ghost, Quince, watched from behind, unsure of what to do, pacing a bit, back and forth. They both exchanged a look, and the ghost quickly disappeared. "Get your sword off me, now." He insisted.