"This one…" the stone-woman spoke with a rumble. "Who is this…?"
"As if I know. I'm more concerned about what occurred to the twenty guards concealed outside to keep watch," the spirit-mage replied while Jotou got up to her feet and glared—her skin dirtied and hair frizzled.
"Incompetent. Useless…" the stone hissed.
"My best assumption is that this is some group of adventurers. Enough of this farce, let us end their meaningless lives."
"Do you believe that was not the intent from the beginning!?"
"I'm not that easy to kill, believe it or not," Jotou's eyes sparked. 'Grab the sword. The spirit-mage is out of reach. If I can take out an entire floor off a building, I can take down some stone, thing… But if it's stone made from magic… That's where it's failing… Still…'
"Is that so?" the ghosts had halted their attack for the moment and the runes on her body returned to their pulsing state.
