Anya darted around, deciding the wraiths were bad news. 

She noticed a young server,  and from what she could see, he was just kneeling there. The amount of commotion in the tavern had made it difficult to hear quieter sounds, so she couldn't hear his chanting.
The girl rolled her eyes, and send a blast of wind from below him, lifting him up into the air.

[color=ed145b]"Can you at least [i]try[/i] to escape?"[/color]

She grabbed his arms and held him in the air for a moment, blasting at a wraith, who was attempting to suck the soul from another patron. 

[color=ed145b]"What exactly were you doing?"[/color]
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