A sudden roar echoed from the left. Dyralfa was swinging her massive tail, smashing rocks and pillars into dust, but her face was twisted in pure frustration. Surrounding her were half a dozen Ghosts, their forms flickering like smoke. Her talons passed right through their chests as if they were mist.
The spirits cackled, their chilling claws raking across her armor, leaving frost rimmed scratches that bypasssed her physical hardness.
Perched on a stone rib, Frovian watched Dyralfa swinging at nothing, leaning casually against the calcified bone.
"Useless muscle! Are you trying to punch the wind, Sister? Or are you just performing a very loud dance for our entertainment?"
"SHUT UP, FROG! I'll crush them if they just STAY STILL!"
Dyralfa swung again, her tail hitting nothing but air.
"They are incorporeal, you dim witted rock."
Frovian sighed. He watched a Black Ghost dive toward Dyralfa, its claws solidifying into icy daggers as it reached for her throat.
"Now."
