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Despite having prior warning - what with having [i]specifically instructed[/i] the wraith's end, Nabi still flinched as the cacophonous clattering that marked the end of the pottery-wraith's physical existence at the hands of the young human's iron bludgeons rang in her ears, as ceramic and iron clashed in a very one-sided encounter. Though she did not see the wraith's seeming acceptance of its fate, doubtless it would have brought a humourless smile to her face. To her left, the wraith was smashed apart, the iron clubs crushing any material they impacted into little more than powder, and the iron de-stabilising the wraith to the point of non-existence... Nabi watched as shards of now-inert pottery flew past her ineffectually, with the occasional sherd impacting with her arm and leg and falling harmlessly to the ground, bereft as they were of any major force to even so much as scratch Nabi's clothing or cloak, let alone the hardened leather cuir bouilli of Nabi's armour. The carving fork that the wraith had attempted to skewer her with also flew past her and embedded itself into the ruins of the table... which Nabi had only just realised were in fact [i]still on fire[/i] from her earlier magical assault - as were the ruins of the blanket-wraith the older human had insisted that she make all effort to destroy before it smothered him in its warm embrace. No matter, the water-wielding feathered one would doubtlessly see to the quenching of both of those, surely, and in any case, she now had one more foe to deal with - the rather pathetic one-armed corpse-man that was still gamely raising its fist, in defiance of all reason and logic that would tell anyone else to run away when one is disarmed (in a very literal manner) and facing multiple armed opponents that probably outmatched your skills even if you [i]had[/i] the weapon that was now lying uselessly on the floor.

Nabi locked eyes with the corpse-man for a fraction of a second, and was suddenly overcome with a wave of mirth at the ludicrousness of the corpse-man's situation. She smirked and gave a mocking shrug to the corpse-man, before readying her weapons once again - this one would fall to cold steel instead of arcane fire, after all - and moving in to finish the fight quickly. She took a couple steps forward, her main gauche in her left hand and sabre in her right, and with a single, swift motion, Nabi brought her sabre about her head and slashed at the ghoul's remaining arm, aiming to sever it at the shoulder in a single clean cut, before stepping forward and plunging her dagger into the corpse-man's eye, into the brain. With any luck, that would render the corpse-man harmless, and possibly disrupt the workings of whatever magic that fuelled its movements. Of course, failing that, she could always fall back on another blast of magical fire, but she was starting to wonder just how much energy she had to spend on dealing with these irritations - particularly given that according to one of their party, there was another, more powerful spirit still to reveal itself, somewhere in the building's western end, which would doubtlessly require even [i]more[/i] effort to put down.

Summoners really [i]were[/i] like neglectful child-minders. 

Nabi made a mental note to berate the unfortunate soul responsible for all this mess when it was all over, as she delivered the slash to the corpse-man's shoulder...