The cold breath swept across the lake, instantly freezing the water in a thin layer of ice. The lights around the ghost flickered and dimmed, but the ghost seemed unaffected - by either the cold breath, or the crossbow bolt. Instead, he swept his arms wide, a flurry of black, rubbery tentacles emerging from the ground to attempt to grab at everyone, while magical darts lashed out at the silver (Magic missile for minor damage, and the tentacles roll a nat 1. >_<)<br/><br/>The various lights swirling around him maintained a defensive formation, not quite wanting to leave his side, yet.