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Elyzabeth hated other people, and every step in the tower reminded her why. Nothing reaffirmed it as well as some dumbass getting her attacked by two undead, then cowardly running off immediately thereafter.
"What an asshole."

Elyzabeth armed herself appropriately. She'd tangled with the semi-corporeal before, and hoped that this particular variety wasn't sword proof. Gakgak lifted the lantern to illuminate the shades of evil and death incarnate. "Rakshat."
"Yeah, I was thinking that, too."
Gakgak scratched more symbols in the air that Elyzabeth ignored while she called on Elsir for "Guidance, or divine judgement, or whatever the hell you're good for." Her relationship with her patron was not like that of most religiously motivated warriors. As unmotivated as her prayers were, they were either answered, or she was extremely lucky with the first swipe. Maybe specters were scared of her, maybe her swords held some unknown and unimaginable power. Either way, the first one she hit dissipated. Cool.

Gakgak put the lantern down and stepped in front of it, casting the other attacker in shadow. "Dammit, Gakgak!" Elyzabeth retreated behind him so it would pass back into view or the goblin would move, but rather than getting out of the way, Gakgak walked directly into the creature while screaming. Elyzabeth lowered her swords and watched with confusion. "...what the f-?"
Gakgak sat and crossed his mishapen arms, wrapping his overlarge hands around his thin biceps. "I... did you kill it?"
"Grak!"