After the carnage from Vladimir's attack, nearly all of the Falcion ghosts had been disrupted and sent back to the afterlife through Viridian Six. Only a few ghosts remained: Xavier, Briar, Adana, and Rilk, along with seven other Falcion's who had managed to escape the explosion. Even Polath and Victor, the former being weighed down by the ladder, had been caught in the attack fully and were returned to the afterlife in their small sphere-forms.
"Head count!" Xavier coughed, examining the damage to his ghostly figure.
"All but the ten of us," Rilk replied.
"What about Polath, Victor, and Roy?" Xavier asked.
Briar pointed to the monstrous battle taking place ahead of them.
"Well, I suppose none of us expected him to stay out of the fray for much longer..." Xavier stood and loaded his crossbow. "Rilk, you're with me. Adana, Briar, you take the others and hold off the tormentors as long as you can."
"Got it," Adana replied, spinning up her sling once again. This time, it seemed to darken into a circle of pure black. Another of the Falcion special weapons: Shadow Skipper. Adana let loose a bullet with a quick side arm-shot, sending the bullet at incredible speeds. As it moved, it seemed to disappear and reappear. It soon became clear that the bullet was jumping in and out of the shadow realm, where time moved eight times faster, making the bullet travel much faster than it normally would. Once it impacted on a tormentor, it knocked him thirty feet back, taking out a whole line of them at once.
"Leave it to us Xavier!" One of the other Falcions, Kurt, called. He hefted his sniper rifle.
Xavier and Rilk ran towards the battle, weapons in hand.
Someone shook Striker on the shoulder. "Lying down on the job, eh? You've got a world to save, no time for tears," Roy's ghostly form grinned.
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