<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Ceclia</span></span><br/><br/>Cecilia was distracted by a growing energy approaching behind her. Although she was trying to keep her attention on the wraiths to avoid being attacked by them, she couldn't help but glance around at the sound of a man's voice. She didn't really need to look to see who it was. There was only one other person that had ever intervened while she was fighting the creatures beyond the mist.<br/><br/>"What are you doing here?" Cecilia demanded.  He was terrible luck. Every time he arrived she wasn't doing so good and she decided it was better to blame him on it than to admit she might need his help. She wished she could actually be doing something more impressive when he arrived but never mind. He was here now and he'd already taken down one of the wraiths.<br/><br/>Her eyes returned to scanning the room for the last wraith and she lifted her hands again, ready to attack when it removed itself from the shadows. "Your bad luck," she told him, turning slowly so that her back was to his and they wouldn't be caught off guard when the wraith appeared. Although she didn't want to admit it, the energy he emitted and the glow from his marks were comforting in the dark warehouse. She could feel herself regaining some strength, too, and wondered if it was his doing.<br/><br/>The wraith suddenly rushed them from the side, screeching horribly. Cecilia sent another orb of light it's way but it only grazed the side of it. It's screaming grew in volume and she had to shield her ears from the sound. She backed up a few steps as it hesitated attacking them, more concerned with it's injuries.