Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29458028-20150315072056/@comment-29458028-20150316123946

The Pale Lady screamed in horror as Sariel's attack burned through her nearly ethereal body, dropping her icy sword as she grabbed Sariel's hand with one of her taloned hands. Blueish frost seemed to leak from her mouth.

The other claw reached for Sariel's throat, the Pale lady saying "Mey! Waan Zu'u saluk, hi dir voth zey! "

Before she could close her icy claw, though, a thunderbolt blasted the Pale Lady's arm. The spectre examined her now useless hand, that fell to her side, then exploded in a bluish mist.

The Pale Blade lay on the ground, shimmering slightly.

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Vladimir had reached the deepest reach of Frostmere crypt, where he saw a spirit attack a girl. He thought to himself'' : Indeed, there was someone in the crypt. She's lucky I got here, if the Pale Lady killed her, the spectre will reclaim the damned blade.''

Vladimir called out "are you alright? That must have been a pretty nasty fight. The Pale Lady is not the easiest of foes..."