<strong>"Hopefully it won't come to that."</strong>Sigmund offered as though danger had yet to materialize. From the perch of horse he sat upon, he clutched the air as though some invisible rod were in his hand.<strong>"Desna, I beseech you; display your power in shape!"</strong>In it formed a softly glowing starknife which promptly was released, whirring through the air as it made a bee-line for its intended target. As it left his hands, the cleric dismounted.<br/><br/><br/><br/>((Spiritual weapon attack roll: 12+6 = 18<br/>If hits, Dam: 7+1 = 8<br/>the wight ofcourse, and no way am I attempting a fast dismount with a -5 penalty.))