Ted was impressed that they found time to talk amidst all the hubbub. And people say he's the motormouth. He found Dairine's efforts at diplomacy a tad funny; as if monsters can be reasoned with, rather than slain as they ought to be. Bless her bleeding heart.

He found Mr. Noir's agility commendable, sparing a glance at the gymnastics which led to the book's demise under a bookshelf. Stylish and ironic.

But all this was arrested as the beetle asserted itself, horn-first, towards his person. Doubly arresting was how he managed to catch it in his arms, struggling with it like a sumo wrestler. Ted got his wish, as the suit's strength got its workout. He felt like his arms would tear off. Luckily, the Kaito cards struck true, felling the shadow. Ted fell forward as the beast dissipated, weight gone in a flash.

He picked up his sword, huffing and puffing. "Good eye. Let's away." With all that noise, he figured it was only a matter of time before some more shadows converged on their position. He prayed Gengar had found their mark.