Fray grit his teeth as a hand grasped at his hair and yanked his head into place, the molars grinding together in his jaw until he thought one may very well pop from the stress of it all. Each and every one of those fuckers tightened their grip upon him, it was impossible not to notice, and it was with barely contained revulsion that he was finally forced to acknowledge the growing fear in the pit of his stomach. Only a mad-man would feel nothing after all, but those inward reassurances did very little to grind away the ensuing humiliation of knowing he was frightened. The knight's cold, bone-white glare locked brazenly with Ganondorf's own, the look in them more reminiscent of a cornered dog than a proud, unbroken knight; feral, wild and fearful.

He'd have been thankful for the rage that bubbled upwards as Ganondorf had the infuriating gall to mention his late master, had the foot resting between his legs not been there. No, instead cold fear mingled with burning outrage, and he wrenched violently against the hands as they picked and pulled away at the straps and buckles that kept his armor in place. If Fray had any possible inkling of what this all foreshadowed, he gave no indication of it, latching on instead to the blatant disrespect of the man he once called master.

"He had the bearing and mean of a man worthy of my respect." Unlike, so it was implied, his present company. "A feat I've yet seen accomplished here." He spoke slowly, taking pains not to weave any direct insults into the words. In an attempt perhaps to direct further commentary elsewhere, hurling the metaphorical gauntlet down at Ganondorf's feet.