action; ♥!

[ Tyr clenches his fist tight, fingertips digging into his palms. As much as he wants to help Rita, Tyr feels like this is his own battle to fight now. The way Rita sounds now, though...No, she can definitely handle herself. His eyes look from figure to figure, trying to see if there's some sort of weak point, but...they're ghosts! What does he do with them?! (Other than back away some more so they don't touch him.) If he had his staff, he thinks, he could swing at all of them at once... He finally just swings a punch at the first one's head to see if that does anything. ]

Get away from me!

[ The figure scratches at her and tries to hold onto her boots like it's trying to use them to pick itself up. Its bones crack as it slowly drags itself closer as she backs away. It makes a whiny, groaning sound like it's pleading with her. ]