To his great relief, the ghost apparently could be struck although it was no easy thing to put them down. Their movements were sluggish, but they appeared indefatigable and attacked in utter silence, which was the most unnerving aspect of their appearance. However, his relief was lessened somewhat as he saw what was tantamount to a purple, black, and grey blur that whizzed around the far end of the carriage like a living buzz saw. He grimaced as he turned and swiped at the nearest ghost pony, his hand becoming embroiled in the filth as the slashed face of the ghost tried to rematerialize. The ghost rounded on him. Joachim swallowed.