Chiyoko swore under his breath as the seventh Magi, dressed in black, was killed. He was, however, observant as he noticed the soul gem wasn't destroyed. A second wraith appeared. Two wraiths? More danger, double the chance of death, twice the chance of wounds, two times the magic needed...And double the grief seeds. Grinning, Chiyoko launched himself in the air and glided around the newly formed wraith, slowly descending while holding his broadsword in both hands.

When he did come down however...

"Knights Honour!" Channelling the lights around him like the shining scrap metal, he sent an arc beam towards the second wraith, straight down the middle vertically, followed up by him dropping at high speeds and slicing through the wraith. Hopefully this worked, but with all the failures in the past that he barely survived, Chiyoko jumped backwards and away, glaring at the wraith.

"Yeah okay! Just save some of the wraith for me, I need to take care of the new one!" He yelled out to his fellow Puer Magi. "You can thank me later for dealing with the thing that would have killed you while you were distracted..." He mumbled, jumping in a circle around the wraith he attacked.