The Road Ahead
The Banshee seemed both there and not as the Alessandro's blades flicked left than right, seeking to end the undead creature's seeming perpetual agony. Each passing through the stuff of shadow that seemed to make up her form and slowly crept back into place in the face of his divine ministrations. Her voice was not so loud now, however, but it still drilled into the ear and brain. Black tears continued to poor from empty eyes and her wails continued to echo off the whole of the tomb. Stone creaking in protest with each reverberation of her dreadful cry.
Pale arms lashed out with fingers braced in rigid, dirty claws to dig deeply of his flesh only to be turned aside by a last minute side step and hard shove with one blade. The pitiable creature staggering away and leaving space between them. Her eyes, empty and shadowed, continued to watch him with that mixture of pain, grief, and hatred now for it's attacks upon it. The strangle bundle on it's back still moving in sympathy with the maimed and impaled creature.
It seemed... reluctant now, however.
21:11, Today: Fate rolled 12 using 1d20+8. Attack.