As the aura engulfs Spooky's body the elite darwig wastes no time, quickly jumping around the room while rapidly shooting spikes from the crossbows in his hands, another set appearing in his free hands creating a whirlwind of weaponry in the cavern. As the strange bolts smash into Spooky's unmoving body the aura surrounding him seems to rear up and lash out towards the projectiles, the flying weaponry disappearing within the aura without a sound. Cherk watches this with a wary eye before reaching into his silken armor and withdrawing a strange longbow, the bone base standing higher than its wielder while a gristly string of flesh and tendons make up the bowstring. Pulling back with three hands an arrow of shadow appears on the string before the darwig releases the projectile towards his opponent, his breath held as he watches the attack with fascination.