The twilight is beginning to spread in the sky, a frail breeze carries around the withered leaves of the now past autumn. At first everything seems to be at peace, but after a few minutes of apparent solitude, a pair of slashes as well as the sound of scorching fire is heard. It doesn't more than a few seconds for the sound to repeat. Each time the routine accelerates, but now a frightening demonic laugh is heard as well. After some time you realize where the battle is happening, so you run to the place where the confrontation is taking place.

The scene is astonishing, you see at least 20 floating beings all centered around a single person. The weird creatures are entirely black and are covered in ragged robes; each of them emits a slight glow coming from their yellow eyes and a small lantern that they carry and swing around. They are Poes.

No matter how big their numbers are they are being dispatched quickly by the swordsman in the center. Being completely surrounded by the Poes, the only thing you can clearly notice about the man is that he wields twin swords, other details get blurred out due to the quantity of his enemies and the distance between you and the group.

You keep approaching, and as you do this you can notice that the swordsman is staring to lose ground to the ghostly beings.

Poe x 18
HP: 10
STR: 2
DEF: 2
AGI: 1
Element: Shadow

The rhythmic swinging of the lanterns had drawn the Sheikah towards them like a moth to a lamp, and as she neared the battle about to take place she realized that the adventurer was clearly outnumbered. Arrika reached for her boomerang, targeted 3 of the Poes, and threw it as she ran towards them all, hoping that her target practice earlier that day would help. Wait, wouldn't the wooden boomerang pass through the Poes, being ghosts...? Too late now.

Sakiko frowned when she saw this very unjust battle. She approached the scene, and immediately set her mind to attacking these Poes. She muttered to Arrika a simple greeting, and muttered, 'elemental burst.'

Saber was tired.

He had been running through the forest all day for agility training, darting over roots and under low branches without slowing his pace in the slightest. And he didn't always make it around the obstacles, either--That much was evident by a large bump on his forehead and a scrape down his right calf. He finally reached the final edge of the forest, bursting through the tree line with a sigh of relief and slowing to a trot. He bent over slightly and took in as large a breath as he could muster with his hurting lungs, and collapsed onto the ground in a roll. He lay on his back, eyes closed, feeling the sweat running off his face and the cold weather beginning to nip at his now-immobile frame.

Then he heard something. The undeniable sounds of combat, the whistling caused by dueling blades and the grunts of an exerted warrior reached his ears and infused his soul with a burst of adrenaline. Rolling to his feet, he took off at a run again, this time straight towards the sounds of combat. He opened his eyes and saw the horrific scene before him--This man would certianly be engulfed if not assisted. Thankfully, the two young women he had met scarcely before seemed to have taken up the task. He drew his saber and held it out behind him in his right hand as he ran, the blade curving behind him as he neared the fray. When he had arrived within fifteen feet of the enemy, he leapt into the air and made himself horizontal to the ground, spinning with his blade held behind his back. He began his descent, hopefully dropping on the other side of the poe as his blade lashed out towards the extended creature, arcing upwards and given extra momentum from his twisting beforehand. He landed on one knee and his left hand, trying not to topple over as he looked upwards, his sword hand outstretched, to see if he had hit his foe.