[ The attack, even if there's no physical damage, knocks the breath out of him. All he can do is stare, for a long moment, at the arm that's shot through his chest like it was nothing at all. Stare at it and wonder how he's not seeing blood and muscle, how it's through him but left no damage in its wake.
Alex knows of ghosts, knows of so many different types from his reading, but this is the first that he's actually encountered one. His mind is still wrapping around it.
And then the noise. Oh god, the noise. The voices growing louder and clearer until he can hear every word, every single one, and Alex doesn't know when he started screaming, only knows that he is when he pulls away from the ghost, away from the touch that brings so much pain without leaving a mark. He's panting, shaking, but still he hefts the sword and stabs at the thing, desperate to kill it, to get away from it before it can touch him again.
He doesn't know how much more of that he could take. ]
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Alex knows of ghosts, knows of so many different types from his reading, but this is the first that he's actually encountered one. His mind is still wrapping around it.
And then the noise. Oh god, the noise. The voices growing louder and clearer until he can hear every word, every single one, and Alex doesn't know when he started screaming, only knows that he is when he pulls away from the ghost, away from the touch that brings so much pain without leaving a mark. He's panting, shaking, but still he hefts the sword and stabs at the thing, desperate to kill it, to get away from it before it can touch him again.
He doesn't know how much more of that he could take. ]