Hearing something shift between the surface of the ground, I sprinted forward, not wishing to be caught by whatever would emerge. When the spikes finally emerged, I was far enough away to avoid being impaled by all of them, yet I did not evade them all. One of the spikes tore thought my pelvis, one through my chest, and the final one pierced my left shoulderblade. Gasping in pain, and hanging almost limb for a moment, I witnessed my opponent becoming a amorphous shape, losing its form and regaining it moments later. As severely wounded as I was, leaking ectoplasma, these wounds were not catastrophic. And with my sword arm still free, I went about hacking away at the spikes that had pinned me down.