'Don't delay, end her!" The wraith's voice looms into Letum's ear.
Extending out her palms, Mia focuses the rest of her power outward, desperately attempting to defend against Letum's outpour of death aura. Thick black wisps of aura lick and twist off of him, black aura spins methodically in his jet black irises.
"Time to end this." Letum exhales clenching his hand in and out mesmerized by the flow of death aura through his body.
'I need to close the distance somehow, but with the way things are I doubt I will get another opening let alone land a solid strike. If only, I still had my rifle.' Letum tracks Mia carefully, trying to analyze a way through her reversal field.
'It is yours to control now, all you have to do is think of the form you want it to take.' The wraith explains in a shrill whisper. Guiding Letum through the process.
'Then I have an idea, a gun is out of the question, but what about?' Letum shuts his eyes, focusing on the image in his mind.
