The ghosts were a bit trickier. Bastards could reform if you didn’t beat them silly enough. That was good, however, for Handy felt like fighting something that could take it, but the blows he landed felt soft as the ghosts easily gave way under his blows, giving no satisfying weight to his attacks. He then focused on the guards instead, leaving the ghosts to the griffons. The guards, for their part, recognised there was something different about the human, which was a feat since they shouldn’t have known what he was like normally. His movements were too quick, too fluid. For Celestia’s sake, he was sparkling! Nobody said he had magic!