[h3]Jaelnec, Freagon, Irah, Lhirin, Nabi, Yanin, Jordan and Madara, Bor Manor, Borstown[/h3]
The sound of creaking ceramics intensified after the the shard wraith lost its right arm and primary weapon, its entire form seeming to vibrate in place, only for the noise to culminate in a series of loud snapping sounds of breaking pottery as it seemed to spontaneously overcome its paralysis just before Jordan's second blow would have found its mark. The wraith seemed to abruptly jerk backwards and out of range of Jordan and Nabi's weapons at immense speed; such speed, in fact, that the wraith seemed to completely lose control of itself, stumbling across the floor on legs that bent and twisted as its “feet” - also made of ceramic shards – clacked and screeched against the stone floor, unable to find a foothold. It practically skated about eight meters backwards until its back slammed into the wall, producing another loud rattling noise, before it finally seemed to regain control of itself.
Rather than trying to close the distance, however, the wraith – seemingly acknowledging the threat presented by Jordan's iron armaments – kept its back to the wall and glared at the two for a second. An attentive observer might have noticed ceramic shards migrating from the “torso” of its form into its diminished right arm, rebuilding it to restore its reach. But rather than stand idle as it did so, the wraith lashed out in a horizontal slashing motion with its left arm, cutting the air with its carving-fork even though neither of its opponents would be in range.
But rather than a pointless slash at nothing, as it might have seemed, the swing served to propel a collection of three sharp dinner plate-shards outward like small vaguely disc-shaped missiles; one aimed at Nabi's torso, and two at Jordan.

Just several meters from there, by the western staircase, Yanin had no issue simply sidestepping the leaping ghoul's attack, while simultaneously meeting the falling creature's head with a blow of his truncheon. The result was quite what one would expect, as the ghoul's head was practically torn off its body and partially splattered against the steps behind it, even as its feet found the floor a second later and its silver sword struck the stone floor with a loud clang. The ghoul stumbled for a couple of seconds, trying to find its footing, but nevertheless performed a reflexive one-handed swipe of its sword in Yanin's direction.
A faint greenish mist exuded from the wound where the ghoul's head had once been attached.
Just a couple of meters further up the staircase the second silver-sword wielding ghoul came rushing in to join the first, sword held high and a big grin on its bloodstained lips. Almost immediately behind it came the weird visage of the carpet wraith, continuing its awkward tumble down the stairs.

Just a few meters from Yanin and his now-headless ghoul, Lhirin retrieved all but one of his iron needles, only to use the last vestiges of the Magnetic Field-spell to propel a single iron needle along a complex route, only for it to burrow itself deeply into one of the ghouls. The creature seemed momentarily stunned at contact and stumbled back a step, only for it to let out a frustrated growl as it raised its left hand and clawed angrily at its own chest, gauntleted fingers scraping uselessly against the chainmail. Though neither the damage the corpse had taken nor the needle that was now partially embedded in its spine seemed to bother the divine puppeteering it at the moment, it still seemed that the presence of iron caused it enough discomfort to at least distract it for a few seconds.
Ignoring his inconvenienced comrade, the second ghoul on the eastern stairway continued its descent, gripping the handle of its flanged mace tightly as it glared at Lhirin menacingly... Only for its eyes to abruptly widen in surprise as it, at almost the same time as Lhirin himself would have noticed it, spotted a blurred form clad in purple and gold moving past in a rapid dash as Freagon rushed in to join the fray.
Moving incredibly fast, the old nightwalker reached the bottom of the stairway when the ghoul was just five steps from the bottom and, still wielding his sword with both hands, delivered a diagonal strike from high right to low left that instantly and cleanly severed the ghoul's left leg at the knee. Freagon kept moving forward as he half-turned counter-clockwise and, repositioning his sword, fluently thrust his sartal blade at a steep upward angle.
The narrow tip of Roct met the ghoul's sternum just as it was starting to fall over from losing its leg. With the combined force of Freagon's strength and the momentum of the ghoul's fall, the blade pieced both hauberk, gambeson, flesh and bone until one could easily tell from the deformation of the chainmail on the back that the creature had been run all the way through.
Without pause or missing a step, Freagon then completed his turn to fully about-face, the movement naturally aiding in retrieving his sword, only for him to continue past and off to the right of the staircase. He turned back toward the foot of the stair, almost facing Lhirin at this angle, even as the spear-wielding ghoul tumbled down the last few steps and fell face-first to the floor. The knight's sword was at the ready in front of him, its blade now clad in a fresh coat of blood, as his one-eyed black stare seemed fixed on the area in front of him.