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Leslie had edged far enough away from the thing to hear the guy's rambling, and all it did was confuse and infuriate him.

"Hey, a*****e, that guy asked you who you were-- what makes you think any of us know your ******** name?" A moment later, muttered: "Jesus."

Noah stared at the figure, racking his brain to try to figure out what name it wanted him to call. It was a riddle. ... He was bad at riddles, and all he could think of was Rumplestiltskin, which was totally and obviously wrong. Was this some kind of guardian angel?

I DON'T LIKE ANGELS, Laz grumbled, shifting uneasily. THEY'RE MEAN.

It was a suit of armor and it had a shining sword, so maybe he was thinking along the wrong lines. If you were talking knights-in-shining-armor, there was an obvious candidate. "King Arthur?" Noah tried, uneasily.