Once you find your light, I'm sure it will lead you back here.
Cordelia had turned back to look at Cassiti, actively thrilled over the sudden adventure they had been thrown into. Much to her surprise, though, she found her guildmate racing towards a different part of the area. Frowning in concern, she managed to catch the scream of someone in agony and much like Cassi, ran through the woods towards the source. As she caught up, she found a man standing in the midst of the trees, a victim of yet another spirit roaming the woods. As Cassiti pulled out a staff and took off towards the spirit, Cordelia peeled off her current path and ran over to the man, laying a hand on his arm and pulling him away from the battle. “Hey, you’re okay now,”
she told him reassuringly, watching his face to make sure his senses returned to the present. She gave him a warm smile. “Cassiti is just taking care of that last meanie and then you’ll be safe!”
It was a brief explanation but hopefully it would be enough. She glanced back and watched as Cassi snapped out three quick hits and pulverized the ghost into ash. “Yeah! Work that staff, girl!”
She cheered her guildmate on, oblivious to any kind of innuendo that could come from her words.
Her guildmate warned her of more danger and before she could even respond, a cracked, wavering voice spoke out through the air. “There is, you wench.” Cordelia managed to turn in time to catch the old man’s cane with her purse, the two objects slamming into one another. She groaned softly as she fought against his surprising strength, only managing to win out when she side stepped his motion and attempted to counter him. He leapt back, hovering through the air as through magic. When his feet touched the ground, the three spirits that had just been defeated reappeared by his side, having carried him away from her strike. “You lot better be saying your prayers because Christmas isn’t coming around for you!”
Cordelia mused, flipping open her purse and reaching inside. Her hand wrapped around something and started to extract it because pausing, the young girl thinking. “No, I don’t think I’ll need that to beat you guys up!”
she decided, sliding the object back inside before she rummaged for something else. Then, much like her ally, she pulled out her own staff, though this one was made of steel. She spun it around once and caught it under her arm, holding it out as she tucked her purse back against her body. Then she rushed towards the group of ghosts, spinning it around. The spirits circled around her quickly, with the old man smirking just in front of her.
He may have been surprised, then, to see her smiling too. From the tips of Cordelia’s staff emerged water; two jetstreams of liquid that swiftly gained traction. They slammed into the ghosts and the old man and connected, creating a huge spinning cycle of water. The man was crying out in fear as struggled to gain some control, his arms swinging every which where. As the foursome reached the top of the water spout, they were thrown into the middle, stuck in the air for a brief moment. From below them, Cordelia had adjusted her staff, the bottom of it pointing up towards the ghosts and man. She shot them a quick peace sign before frozen air exploded out from the end of the staff, swallowing up the enemies. As the water came splashing back down to the ground, Cordelia watched as four new objects fell down to the ground. Huge blocks of ice slammed into the surface of the forest and, frozen inside, were the ghosts and the old man. His eyes looked back and forth, indicating that he was still alive. After a moment of being immersed in the ice, the three ghosts faded into nothingness. “There you go, friend. How about you cool off, huh? You seem pretty humbug,”
Cordelia said with a giggle, tapping the top of the ice block with her staff before she returned it to her purse.
Then she skipped back over to Cassiti and the new guy. “Everyone okay?”