<span style="color: #00BFFF">The undead horsemen crashed into the clearing, the wraiths on the nightmares' backs holding up their swords. The lead one howled again like it had previously. Morys gripped his sword hilt with a white-knuckle grip, his heart pounding like a frantic drum beat. For the second time since the war was over, the second time in the same day, his life was endanger. Morys recognized that he was suddenly very grateful to the Elf who had pulled him out of the inn. He tried to brace his mind as he had once been taught, to block out emotions, but his old memories flashed behind his eye lids with every blink. Without concentration he couldn't tap into his mana stores.<br/><br/>With a low grumble that may have sounded like a feral animal's growl, Morys ran forward to slash at one of the nightmares before his fear completely consumed him. The Almerkian's one sword stabbed into the shoulder of the first horse, and as the horse kept moving with a shriek of pain, the hilt was wrenched from his left hand.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">"Give to us what is ours!"</span><span style="color: #00BFFF">Demanded a wraith as it leapt off of its horse and seemed to float towards Morys, finally touching the ground just in front him, sword still raised. The Almerkian parried and reached to punch with his empty hand, only to sing too far since his hand did not connect with, but went straight through his opponent. Recovering quickly, Morys cursed under his breath and ran back towards the rest of the group, the other two wraiths and their mounts came to run next to him towards the others.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Why are their weapons real, but their body not? This fight is not a fair one by any means!</span> Morys thought in despair, as a spell finally sprang forth in his mind. "Nithayus, I call upon you to smite thy enemy. As I will it, so mote it be!" At this, the one wraith that had attacked him caught fire, and by now the group that had been behind him were already engaging the three steeds and the two other wraiths. The one on fire shrieked, and Morys smiled. <span style="font-style: italic">Alas! A weakness!</span> Soon the flames consumed his entire body and the wraith dissipated like mist.</span>