Sweat flew off Ryker's face as he deflected another set of steel needles, doggedly chasing after their source.
Although his spiritual sense was dirt poor, his physical senses were at least adequate. With the help of the natural stone pillars scattered about and the fact that the wraith had lost the high ground, he had a bit of an easier time avoiding its attacks.
That didn't mean it was easy, however. The wraith, perhaps feeling pressured, upped the tempo of its attacks, and was constantly repositioning in order to elude Ryker's pursuit.
And although, up until now, he hadn't encountered many attacks that had been able to clearly threaten his life, the wraith's needles seemed to contain a piercing energy that cut through his usual defenses like tofu. A stray shot to a vital area could easily kill him.
Add on to that Ryker's own mental pressure from having to dodge attacks he couldn't see coming, and he was quickly getting drained both mentally and physically.
