[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara, Bor Manor, Borstown[/h3]
Though he did not examine the painting in the hall closely at the moment, even glancing at it enough to acknowledge its presence, size and potential as a threat would be enough for Yanin to get a general sense of what it was depicting. It was a remarkably lifelike representation of an enormous apelike creature, covered in long, thick, coarse brown fur and with a body that seemed to bulge obscenely with disturbingly exaggerated muscles, captured mid-fight against a scattered group of much, much smaller humanoids. Though it was difficult to determine the exact scale of the painting, the prooga – which is what Yanin might recognize the creature as, albeit obviously deform compared to how their kind normally looked – was shown to be easily seven times as tall as the tallest of the surrounding humanoids.
Looking at the chandelier, Yanin might be able to determine that while the ornament itself was brass and thus possibly a suitable vessel for a wraith, the sturdy chain-links that held it aloft by connecting all the way up to the ceiling appeared to be iron. Not only would a wraith not be able to possess the chain, but it would have great difficulty breaking free from it. The chandelier was also not the huge and ostentatious kind, looking to have a maximum capacity of eight candles, limbs that were only some thirty centimeters long; the whole thing looked to weigh less than ten kilograms.

Nabi responded to the advance of the ceramic wraith's by retreating toward the center of the room, staying out of reach of the ungainly construct as its presented its sharp instruments threateningly in her direction. Before she could be pushed back far enough to potentially either get caught up in one of the other fights herself or accidentally get someone else tangled up in the fight against her opponent, however, Jordan rushed in from his place in the armory to assist her.
Jordan swung a truncheon, aiming at the wraith's cleaver, but even as he approached the creature's glowing eyes turned to him as it ceased its advance toward its initial target. It seemed to begin to draw back in an attempt to evade the young man's attack, only to suddenly freeze in place and start vibrating in place while giving off a loud noise of creaking, straining ceramic. It was an easy target; Jordan's blow hit the cleaver directly, knocking it to the floor and shattering several of the pottery shards toward the end of that arm, all while the wraith appeared momentarily paralyzed, its glowing eyes darting back and forth in what might have seemed like confusion or panic, even as Nabi moved in to reengage and help in the fight.

Freagon, meanwhile, simply stared at the table wraith posturing at him like an angry bull with a blank expression, keeping his sword grasped with both hands and ready for combat. The table rushed at him like a battering ram, but the old nightwalker evaded it with a casual-looking step to the side, causing the table to run straight past him...

Or rather, the table would have run past Freagon, had this not been the moment that Lhirin finished his preparations for another activation of Magnetic Field, and iron needles suddenly darted in and embedded itself in the hind legs of the wraith, causing it to immediately stumble, fall over and noisily clatter to the floor on its side. Freagon afforded the deigan half-breed a brief, ambiguous glance before he rushed toward the table, moving his sword up and to the right as he went, only to deliver a swift diagonal strike to it, cleaving straight through one of its legs and halfway through the tabletop itself.
The table twitched again, and the Knight of the Will instantly swing left to right, rending a second large gash all the way through the wooden vessel parallel to the first, after which the table remained still.

Another barrage of iron needles fell on the blanket wraith from above as it was flopping its way down the stairs, slamming into it with a rapid series of dull thuds and pinning it to the steps. Unfortunately it did not seem that the needles themselves were enough to destroy the wraith, however, and though it was indeed momentarily forced down and held in place, needles – effectively headless nails in this scenario – proved quite inadequate fasteners, as the lack of a head meant that there was nothing stopping the wraith from merely pulling itself off the small missiles, at once rising back off the floor and leaving behind the disruptive iron objects as it continued its trek toward the floor of the hall.
Another four needles went for the legs of the ghouls, embedding themselves in one calf per creature, prompting all for to halt for a second just before they would have reached the bottom of the stairs. Two of them merely growled in wordless frustration while one of the possessed witch-hunters muttered a curse under its breath.
One of the witch-hunter ghouls then [I]leaped[/I] off the stairs, silver-sword raised high over its head as it let out a shrill, coarse battle cry as it went to deliver a huge, but extremely telegraphed downward slash toward Yanin. The other witch-hunter went down on one knee, grabbed the offending iron needle in his calf, and unceremoniously pulled it back out.

The last two ghouls seemed to hesitate for but a moment, watching their silver-sword wielding allies for a second or two before both of them knelt as well and simply removed the needles. Then they both ran the rest of the way down, heading straight for Lhirin, weapons poised to strike.
Lhirin would notice that Yanin was to his left, dealing with his own fight, and Freagon had just seemingly finished his opponent right behind him.