[ This is Ashe's worst nightmare. He's seen monsters before, that part isn't new, but the demonic beasts of his world have never seemed half as scary as the thought of the dead crawling out of their graves and gone walking. Anyone who has had to venture with Ashe into a dark space is well-aware of his deep, deep fear of ghosts - he couldn't keep it a secret even if he wanted to.

So how in the name of the Goddess and all that is good did he end up here, trailing nervously after Lightning to engage skeletal soldiers from atop Forsvar's walls? He's not totally sure himself, but despite the shaking of his knees and the way his heart feels like it's ready to jump out of his throat and make a run for it, he knows that he'd never be able to live with himself if he stood idly by while others put their lives on the line.

His bow is held loosely at his side while Lightning looses her spells to little to no avail, a frown creasing his features. ]

I... I heard some of the soldiers talking. Silver and gold, they said. It... it'll cleave the s-soul out of the skeleton.

[ Hopefully they won't have an angry ghost if that happens. Ashe shivers at the thought. ]

I've got a few arrows, but there's no way I can g-get all of them...