"What's a knife gonna do? Some wizard you are." Tyler says as the rhino beast was upon them. He jumped back as the beast charged forward with reckless momentum, knowing that if that thing got in their midst it would surly kill them.

That's when something strange occurred. From behind him something shot toward the creature, something he could barely see. Seemingly in slow motion it zipped up to the charging beast and gripped it by its drill like horn, pulling with all its momentum. The creatures balance was thrown off, its head tipping to far forward for its weight to handle, and it lost its footing. The charge became a flying tumble, sending it headlong into the lake behind them.

Before Tyler could even get his thoughts together he spied from the corner of his eyes a fist sized stone sailing direly for his head. He brought his arms up to cover his face, but when he heard a meaty impact he didn't feel the corresponding pain. As he looked out from between his palms, he saw it.

A hand. A human hand, the size of his own floating, nearly translucent, in the air. In its palm it cradled the huge rock, which it let slide to the ground. Then it turned, palm first to him, as though awaiting orders.

"What're you then, a ghost?" He asked, perplexed, before remembering that this thing at least was not currently trying to kill him. Maybe it could make some use of the knife, seeing it could fly and all. As if reading his mind the phantom fist zipped over to Matt and wrenched the knife out of his jacket pocket, turing instatly to swing into the oncoming hoard.