When my opponent leapt into the air, I looked up, but couldn't spot him. Had he perhaps flown away? The answer to this question quickly came to me when it came back within sight. Having only a fraction of a second to react, I leapt backwards, by doing so avoided being pulverized. The ensuing shockwave, however, still flung me into the sky. While this normally would not be a problem, it left me open to the tendrils that my opponent launched. Twisting in mid-air, I managed to avoid most of them, while slicing other with the wraith blade. Although it proved to be imposible to dodge them all. Impaled by several tendrils, there I hung, like a fly caught in a spider's web. Severely weakened as I was, I managed to cut myself down and fell to the ground. As I tried to get up however, I found that my strength had left me. I had lost too much ectoplasma, and as a result, my body began to slowly fall apart. I looked around for souls to devour to regain my strength, but found none.