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Rishi	As none of you run, you are all able to witness this. The dead voice skitters around the room "Leave! Go! Run!" while the shadows flicker. Then, one moment the top of the sarcophagus is empty, the next a shadowed figure crouches atop it, wearing the darkness like a cloak, overlong bone white arms with hands that slide between carrying knives and having giant dagger-claws from moment to moment. You can't see it's face under the hood, but two glowing red eyes pierce the darkness....until they gutter out as the figure shakes it's? ...her? head Echoing around the shaft the voice says, in a mournful plaintive way. "Not. Monster. You. Go! Hungry... GO!" And then the red glow is back, and the figure launches into motion, the shifting shadows obscuring it's exact position at any one time, even while you never entirely lose track of it. Meanwhile, while the sarcophagus doesn't do anything, the swords floating around it quickly spin up into a whirling dance, blurring with their speed. Getting anywhere near it is quick way to die.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk becomes one with the shadows slipping across the battlefield to the Shadow Ghost. She moves with the fluid grace of a dancer soaring through the air and stabbing her spear into the creature.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk's spear drives through the ghost knocking it to the ground and pinning it in place. She pivots around in a pirouette and stands guard watching for more ghosts.
Rishi	The Ghost of Bone and Shadow attempted to merge herself with the shadows...but found Silk already awaiting her there. She was sent flying, pinned to the metal grating with Silk's spear.
Serene Herald	A moment later, Perfect Question moves fluidly. Not in a flashy manner, but as though it were inevitable it could be anywhere else, doing anything else. The light gleams along the steel daiklaive as he also attacks the now-downed ghost. "Be at peace!"
Serene Herald	A single, precise thrust to the center of form, a twist of the wrists, and then pulling back, recovering to a guard stance. "We will not be thwarted. You can hinder us, but not stop us..."
Rishi	The bone white figure lays on the ground like a pinned butterfly, shadow cloak boiling off of it, silently trying to escape the onslaught of blows from the exalted attackers, scrabbling for purchase to rise.
Misa	It's not a long process for Misa to assess the thrashing being offered by her student and the lockpick- and for her to refocus on the one she's been eyes on regardless. Sure, it's surrounded by inherent mortal danager... that doesn't seem to deter her. She begins walking forward, heedless of the existing fray, making for the sarcophagus. As she moves, she sets her shoulders, a faint smile playing about her lips as she steels her walk... not for bravery. But perhaps to some other end.
Nine Roads Alani	For all of Elena's demonstrated martial arts prowess, it's clear the ghost isn't going anywhere, and Perfect Question and Silk Moon Lotus have that situation well in hand. Instead, she turns, flips her massive wagon wheel into the air briefly, then does a full 360 spin with the weapon held across her body for momentum. She releases it from just outside the range of the spinning blades and pyreflame; and it's quickly apparent that that wheel is more than aerodynamic enough to be an extremely effective thrown weapon. It rockets through the blades angled to smash the sarcophagus!
Rishi	The Sarcophagus resonates with a loud *BONG* under Elena's strike and a large dent and slight crack in the metal can be seen. The bone white ghost goes perfectly still for a moment upon seeing that, before redoubling her efforts to rise for a moment...before sinking to the ground in seeming defeat. But then, moans overtake the arena and red eyes glow in the darkness of the caves around the edge. The moment anyone looks up, shadows flood out from the ghost, bathing the arena in darkness and cloaking the bone white figure, as it attempts to scuttle away!
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk watches the darkness flow over her target. She shakes her head and her eyes briefly flash dark purple banishing the shadows from her vision.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk takes a leap into the air and her spear ignites with argent flames and she drives it towards the ghost once more.
Silk Moon Lotus	Silk drives her blazing spear through the ghost's form burning it from the inside out and it passes through the creature. She says to the spirit. "You have become what you feared most. I release you." A tear rolls down her face.
Rishi	The shadows fade. The noises stop. The glowing eyes vanish. All that is left is a white figure, pinned to the ground by a spear, argent flames lapping at it's body, consuming it. Blue eyes look at Silk, and a hand caresses her cheek, before it gets burned away. "Thaank you. P-Protect theem. Defeat her. Let...let us rest." As the white figure falls back to the ground, the swords spin faster, and, with a sound of rending metal, a large fist shaped dent is shoved outward from the front of the Sarcophagus.
Serene Herald	As the first ghost is banished, Question turns and then starts to run towards the coffin that is starting to break open. A dance through the blades surrounding the groaning Sarcophagus before aiming a thrust right at the edge of the dent.
Rishi	Herald slices through the dent leaving a large crack in the metal, which begins leaking green smoke. The Swords and flames become agitated, whirling faster than before and moving farther and farther away, moving to strike as if they can sense the blood of the living!
Nine Roads Alani	With a sharp gasp, Elena's surprise at the field of blades expanding is evident. She instantly springs into the air, not forward or back but straight up, in a manner very familiar to anyone who's seen her Falcon Style in action, She twists in the air like a gymnast, trying desperately to slip between the deadly blades and over the scorching pyreflame!
Rishi	The swords weave around Question's frantice parrying and follow Elena's jump, slicing into them both. Misa's parrying is practically invisible, just a storm of metal around her deflecting every sword.
Misa	That golden blade wreathed in her personal pink-and-violet sunflame flashes this way and that- the flames and incidental glances seem to just slide right off Misa as she draws in close to the sarcophagus... but the more directed hail of blades as something begins to attempt escaping manages to be caught deftly in a whirling sweep of her weapon. From that, she shifts her weight forward, and lances forward- clearing the distance in hardly any time at all. Her blade seeming to trail the speed of her motion in liquid form, she rakes it across the sturdy hinges of this great sarcophagus- if anything, encouraging the one inside to Cause Problems On Purpose.
Rishi	The bent metal on the Sarcophagus breaks apart, leaving a fist sized hole in it. Green smoke pours out, pooling underneath, soaking into the lava andcausing it to burn with a sickly, diseased, green light. Two bone white hands with impossibly long blade like fingers stretch forth from the hole and push the metal apart, allowing the rest of the white figure to ooze forth from it's prison. The hands reach into the air, swords flying into them, as onyx armor forms around the figure, green pyre flame sneaking out of the joints. A crazed slit of a grin shows through the visor of the helmet as a worryingly perky voice says "Time for some ~Fuuun~!"