The new man now at his side addressed him the way his old leige lord had... Who has he been... it didn't matter for, even with the new attack from above the dragon charged at him and the cursed swordsman, and without even a nod or indication the swordsman had even heard the man, he broke right as he had been asked to. His slow, heavy run made him an easy target to track, so did his size and the presence of his ghostly soul, and the dragon broke for him.

Barely keeping out of the creatures gaping maw the spectre slashed across its face with his rotting  blade, cutting a small furrow in its horn and soul. It grew anary and closes what little distance was between the two, smashing into the swordsman with his horn and knocking him back to the ground after a small summersault. He picked himself up with his blade, and hoped the plan if the strange man would work... he had said crimson... was that the small woman in red? He had a strange feeling about her... as if she were known to him or... surely though it was just some vestigial memory... but he could not be certain