Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160524211446/@comment-5543592-20160525193400

Scire wasn't really sure why the ghosts were trying. They were immaterial beings, cutting through them was like cutting through air, there was no resistence. It made him feel quite invincible, honestly, with how easily they dispersed. He'd encountered much worse across his journey half-way across the continent and then back again.