Ghost was grateful for the brief reprieve that Raven's arrival brought. He took on a crouched position, trying his best to shake the feeling of death that still lingered in him. He wasn't alotted more than a few seconds, however, as one of the more formidable beasts had survived the attack. This creature, with leathery black skin and dagger sharp claws, shot towards them. Ghost saw it coming at Raven from behind and acted before he could think. 

[color=gray]"Look out!"[/color]

He dodged between them and conjured up a shadow to shield them both. For a second, he thought he had made it in time. The realization hit him that he was now looking up at the ceiling and had pain blossoming from his chest. He lifted his head to meet the hateful eyes of the beast, it's claws sunked into his flesh. Well, there he went again.