Taking back the library - assault on the undead

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KIIRA
TANGLEWOOD
ROOKIE

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This had certainly been an interesting time to return, but the little vixen was here, and here she'd stand.  Even against ghosts. Of course, Kiira often seemed almost ghostly herself sometimes.  The nature of her glitching left her often half-corporal and half-noncorporal, no matter her efforts.

So while her jaws clamped tightly on her burning lantern of sage, the rookie's paws seemed to lose stability, only to reappear seconds later.  Said paws trembled terribly as she walked forward.  Slow, simple movements.  Her mitch-matched eyes gleamed with a mixture of determination and fear.  There's so many.

A group of the angry spirits seemed to watch her, but as her tail lost it's corporal nature, paused.  Perhaps even they did not know what was wrong with her, she thinks, eyes watering.  Without much thought, her head tilted towards the sky, as if searching for something only she could see.  A memory.  It fizzled out of her mind when she tried to grasp it.  Something about the moons.  Moons?

"Agon. H'rar!" The spell flew off the child's tongue as if second nature, muffled by her lantern that she rocked side to side, fanning the smoke.  The nearest spirits backed away.  "Agon. H'rar!" She stepped closer.  They stepped back.  "Agon. H'rar!" One spirit disappeared completely.

Not enough.  … What were the words? Kiira grit her teeth, then put everything she had into teleporting on purpose, her frail, glitching form disappearing then appearing behind her group of spirits, lantern still in tow. "B-Back off! Y-You do-don't belong h-here!"

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