She smirked. She knew drinking real blood had an effect on her kind, but she had never had a kick like this before. Granted, it tasted awful, but by Luna was this good. A ghost had come upon her, and Eclipse avoided its sluggish assault and spectral hooves with insulting ease. Her hoof blades came out and she flowed around the creature, practically dancing, swinging her hooves in graceful arcs, slicing the ghost to ribbons. It had collapsed into a pile of formless goo not long after.