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Though someone had attempted to speak to her, Nabi had not responded. Instead, she had almost completely frozen in place. Whether it was through fear or indecision, it did not truly matter - she was all but seized with paralysis. In her defence, wraiths and other such summoned spirits were not common in Jevog Denûm - and they certainly were not anything that Nabisisstra had trained to fight whilst in service with either the Legions or the Expeditionary Troop; she was used to combating more mundane threats such as ore-lizards, lohks, or perhaps the occasional belagon or two, depending on the location of the expedition. Thus, though Nabi was mentally attempting to prepare herself for what to do, she had frozen, [i]especially[/i] when one of their newly-formed party had entered the hall before them and had almost immediately been ambushed - and lifted from their feet - by what looked to Nabi to be a sentient conglomeration of water. What was she to do? The water now held her erstwhile-companion, after all, and though one of the knights had said something about magic being their best weapon, every instinct was screaming at her that throwing a fireball directly at said watery mass was perhaps not the [i]best[/i] idea in the world when it came to ensuring the man's survival - especially in one piece. All of this was merely compounded by the strange feeling of dampening that had consumed Nabi (and she assumed the others) when she entered the premises, making accessing magical energy just that little more tiring - or at least time-consuming. The little spark of flame from her palm guttered out almost instantly as the dampening consumed it.

Her lack of knowledge - and lack of preparedness - was understandable from an exterior perspective, for any that knew of the Erashyir and how they wielded magic would know that the conjuration of wraiths - and other summoned beings from beyond - belonged to a school of magic that the Imperial Colleges had deemed 'heavily restricted' due to the potential danger of such magic either spiralling out of control (a concern which was very apt given the situation Nabi currently found herself in) or falling into the hands of those who would do ill with it. As a result, very few summoners - and necromancers - resided within the Empire, and fewer still served in the Legions, as their skills were mostly needed by the Colleges of Magic themselves to teach. This was a known problem, and source of constant grief between the Legions and the Colleges, as both needed mages, and were forever competing over recruits. 

Moving back to the matter at hand, however, the situation was not much improved when, with Nabi was still rooted to the spot, another of her companions had charged forward also and brought down an iron truncheon upon said watery mass, which prompted it to drop its victim... almost directly into the waiting embrace of another spirit inhabiting the large rug that was on the floor of the hall. The indecision by now quickly gave way to panic, as Nabi realised that throwing a fireball was now an even [i]worse[/i] option, as the only thing that was worse than a rug attempting to smother you, was probably a [i]burning[/i] rug attempting to smother you. If the rug didn't kill you, the fire - either from the choking smoke, or from spreading from the rug to you - probably would. Nabi continued to stand almost completely stock still, observing the situation with a rising feeling of uselessness...
Yet all was not lost, for a host of iron spikes proceeded to impale the rug in multiple areas! From what Nabi could see, the rug - or rather, whatever was inhabiting it - subsequently loosened its grip on the unfortunate soul still stuck in its embrace, which likely would give them a chance to escape, and moreover, the mass of water had been all but dispelled when another iron club had smashed through it - probably disrupting whatever energies the wraith still possessed. The panic began to fade, and the words of the female deigan next to her snapped Nabi out of her fug of indecision.

[b][color=#d31c0a]“They have only magical bodies – use your magic or iron. I will keep you safe.”[/color][/b] 

Words of reassurance. Of someone who knew what they were up against, and who was convinced they'd triumph. The hold was broken.

Nabi nodded, seemingly recovering her senses and her ability to react. One of the knights ahead shouted something about a 'ghoul' in front of them, but from where Nabi stood, the situation seemed well in hand on that front, whilst the rug was being handled. Instead, she changed her attention to the other immediate threat - the strange, almost comical motion of the table and candleholder which were still animated. Nabi hesitated for a brief moment, before advancing into the hall, passing her sabre into her left hand, whilst simultaneously tracing runes in the air with her right - which considering the dampening, was more difficult than she had initially thought. Yet the task was clear, and her focus was razor-sharp - no impediment would stop her this time. She whispered [b][color=000000]"I hope Lady Bor forgives me the damage to her property..."[/color][/b] under her breath, [abbr=which those familiar with magic and close by would notice is not the same language as used elsewhere in northern Kirirak...]followed by the words of the spell[/abbr], and then, with a shouted cry of [abbr='Begone!', or literally, 'Die!'][b][color=000000]"Iel!"[/color][/b][/abbr], Nabi thrust her hand forward, from the palm of which poured a torrent of [abbr=which would have a nearly-imperceptible black sheen to those paying particularly close attention]magical flames[/abbr] that crashed into - and engulfed - the form of the mobile table and candleholder. Though it would likely result in severe damage to Lady Bor's furniture, Nabi really didn't see much alternative. 

To make omelettes, sometimes you had to break a few eggs. Hopefully Lady Bor would at least understand that when a spirit was busy possessing your table and chairs, you might have no other choice but to destroy the physical form.

Hopefully.