[h3]Jordan Forthey[/h3]

	[i]The damned thing [b]did[/b] explode.[/i] 
	In a manner of speaking, anyway. Having narrowly missed Jordan's follow-up, the wraith slid back and clattered against the wall next to the door, before abruptly throwing parts of itself back at them even as he began to run after it. The two shards aimed at him exploded harmlessly against the truncheon he held in front of himself to block, not even scratching the steel on his arm and chest; the final shard he had tried to bat out of air managed to pass through unhindered. Perhaps because he had instinctively closed his eyes to avoid an errant bit of shattered porcelain or a smack of dust just incidentally happening to go past his defenses and hitting him in the eye regardless. Leave it to uncontrolled debris to find [i]the[/i] parts of him that just happened to not be covered in metal, and it would probably happen... Surely.  
	Thankfully, his new acquaintance managed to block it herself. Jordan could only vaguely register her instructing him to finish the wraith off before the divine made its next move. In the interim, Jordan had moved another three steps closer. 
	Whether it decided to rush him, slip by, or try and lunge for the less metal-clad woman behind him, it made no difference. The practical result was the same: the wraith leapt at his right side, giving him just enough time to carry his weight over to his left, leading foot and perform a quarter-turn, simultaneously arcing both of his truncheons to the right, effectively replacing his right side on the pottery-wraith's path with two horizontally swung truncheons to its face and what approximated its torso. 
	
[h3]Sir Yanin Glade[/h3]

	Having sent the first ghoul to its knees and hands and disarmed the other, the human knight looked down at the blanket-wraith, raising up not unlike a snake warning one to stay away. To his side,  the dark one chanted in a quiet voice, hands weaning patterns, and behind, a ghoul and a wraith were busy making themselves a new head of green mist and new arm respectively.  
	For a fleeting moment, the cobra and the Viper watched one another, one rearing, the other motionless and prepared to strike. Flame swallowed the former, prompting the disarmed ghoul to leap to the side. The dark one seemed capable enough to handle this one, too, if need be. Unfinished business elsewhere. 
	The first ghoul was finally back on its feet, beginning to move faster now that Lhirinthyl recalled his iron needle. The Viper struck to the other side, one additional stride, sword brought diagonally up to sever the ghoul's unrotected, empty arm and meet the silver sword in the other, flat to edge, blocking it as Yanin took another stride closer, too close to effectively disengage, truncheon brought down through the ghoul's new semblance of a head, ramming into its body like a pick.