Utterly Mad

There were lights. Small multicolored lights floating in the darkness. By the dim light of the moon Ferret could see it. A huge serpentine form composed of bone, metal, and those dancing lights. Lydia was no where to be seen. Ferret wondered in split moment she had whether she had evaded this thing or if it had noticed her. The question was answered as it struck out like a serpent, smashing through the column as if it were little more than delicate glass and throwing Ferret aside like a paper doll. The balcony the pillar had supported collapsed and gave Ferret a moment to regain her footing as the greater demon tried to withdraw from the pile of rubble. She stumbled once and it saved her life as it pounced, soaring mere inches above her. She could see the entrance was clear now, but this thing would never allow her to reach it. Ferret stood again and held her sword before her, ready for it's next strike, and searched frantically for any sign of her friend. All she saw was a dim mist near the gate. A very dull white thing, sad in a way. It vaguely resembled human form, but there was very little substance to it. It was certainly her. Ferret knew very little of ghosts, but she guessed that they shouldn't appear so... drained. It angered her, and that anger she had been taught to take hold of. To temper, to forge into something useful, and to show her foe what she had wrought with it.