> As Leeroy walked down the hallway towards the cold, fearful presence of the girl ghost, it manifests in front of him. The black, charred holes that were all that remained of her eyes stared in his direction, as if she could still see through them. Her face was pale and drawn, and a single line of blood ran down it, from her forehead. There, her skull had been cracked open, the wound reminiscent of an axe. She reached out with a single hand, and Leeroy could feel a dark magic engulf him, the kind of magic born from emotions. A power forged from years of pain and fear, coupled with an untimely death. And then, ebbing under the surface, like the constant pulsing of a headache, was something far more unsettling. A furious rage, an inhuman bloodlust, reaching across the barrier of time to rip at Leeroy's soul.
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> Even as he staggered backwards, assaulted with this barrage of raw emotional power, he could feel his arms and legs beginning to stiffen. Voices whispered in his ears, the harsh tones of a man, shouting. A loud bang, and the screams of a little girl. All distant, as if on the other end of a long tunnel, echoes of the past. A burning sensation, growing steadily stronger, even as his vision grew blurry. His eyes burned, the pain growing with every second, mounting as the girl simply looked at him. And behind her, slowly shuffling forward in the shadows of the green light, a black silhouette, looming impossibly high. The grating of a rusty axe over the metal floor, and a man's voice, saying words that he couldn't quite understand. And yet, even as Leeroy prepared to enact whatever plan he had, he could feel the cold hands of death grasping him around the throat, the marks already forming.
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> He would only have one chance.

Leeroy acted fast, for his idea requires it....

He had dealt with angry spirits before, including the spirit of murdered children, which sought to bring others pain.....

And there was a single thing which seemed to help most of them, on average.....

Leeroy used his magic disruption ability to close the short gap, keeping himself from feeling the effects of the magic for a moment...as he wrapped his arms around the girl, giving her a hug. As he did, his healing power sweeps over her, the feeling of peace, calm...serenity, sweeping over her as well. The pain...the misery....all seeming to wish to just...melt away, under the effects of the healing wave....or, Leeroy severely hoped this was the case, like the other spirits he had encountered.