"Oh, come on," Chase said, gesturing with one hand to the sword on the guys back. "I mean, what're you supposed to be? Knight of the round table?" Chase was careful to keep his uncertainty and fear buried deep beneath his mask of sarcasm and venom. It was safer that way.
Besides, he had no weaknesses.
"Anyway," he continued, a grin slipping across his lips. "I forgot my costume. Where'd you get yours?"