Repercussions - vengeful spirit attack

[Morgan]

Morgan was in a world of pain that only grew as time went by. He could hear Delilah on the other side of the crowd, to whom he yelled, "Go! They'll -- hurt you!" To confirm his claim, a small part of the group moved toward the pink living Tangler, intent on attacking her when they got their chance. The crowd still focused on the General, however, and continued their assault on his body as parts of his armor melted away.

Next came Arrow, whose cutting words only made the samoyed even more aware of his guilt.

They shouldn't have even been dead in the first place,

he thought, striking and shaking the ground with a paw. Once again, his armor took the appearance of white-seafoam flames, scaring away a few of the spirits. Meanwhile, a few others headed toward Arrow to make her their next target.

The canine knew Arrow was right. He had to do something, but the entire situation was too much for him. His breathing was erratic, and so his icy armor continued to lick the air uselessly. He still felt the presences of a huge crowd of presences, all of their combined malice forming a disgusting cloud that filled Morgan's senses. On top of it all, the pain all over was increasing as more ghosts took potshots at him. Unable to take much more, he found himself shaking under the weight of his armor before it evaporated into the faux-fire.

Before long, Morgan was already lying on his side on the ground. The dead Tanglers were still attacking him then, bringing him to the verge of vomiting. Yet, the pain tapered off almost as quickly as it began once a familiar voice boomed over the scene. As the demon appeared, the apparitions stepped back and away in what seemed to be fear. The General gasped and coughed, his mind losing focus as things turned hazy with his uneven breaths. He closed his eyes for what felt like only a second before he felt a paw touch his, the voice accompanying it with a calmer tone.

"Vee..."

Morgan whispered, clearly having trouble speaking. He opened one eye to see his beloved savannah, opening the other one to match his gaze as requested. Indeed, the reflective pools of black brought immediate comfort to the samoyed, who could not help staring deep into them. Without the constant pain hitting him anymore, he was able to nod, determined to follow the Captain's instructions. As he began to breathe with Vigenere, Morgan let his senses extend themselves, feeling a distinct warmth among the coolness of the ice that reformed in a ring around the pair from his twin pikes. The haze in his mind dissipated little by little as he focused only on his boyfriend's aura.

He could feel everything then - rather, he could feel everything he needed to feel. He let his tongue flop out to muster up a loving smile. He could not speak, so he thought,

I love you,

hoping his partner would hear him somehow. One last conscious breath found its way in and out of him; the earth shook and cracked as ice blasted outward in a ring of cold flames, enveloping the majority of the crowd of ghosts at once. A gust of wind followed the ice ring, throwing clouds of dust all over the area. Delilah's bundle of sage was immediately lit on fire, which turned from seafoam green to its usual color upon contact with the herb.

Screams of tortured, burning pain escaped each of the afflicted deceased Tanglers, who began to flee for their un-lives. Some of the few who remained were paralyzed, trembling as they looked down at their burned appearances. Several still remained unharmed, but their numbers had dwindled to only a handful.

[b]With Morgan unconscious, they were unsure of what to do next, and so they bared their teeth and leapt for the nearest living Tanglers to hurt them.

Some avoided Delilah, however, seeing as she was holding a potential weapon.