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It had taken [i]some[/i] grit to go through with the cut-throat assassination of the cultist: Putting the knife in the flesh of the neck, the blade had gone in and sliced across so easily - too easily.  Weirdly, she found herself, in that moment, missing her mother more than ever.  Perhaps it was because she didn't like what she'd become - someone who could kill with such mastery.  But there wasn't much time to contemplate her new status and lot in life, for the piercing screech of a dying wraith erupted right next to her, threatening to burst her eardrum.

With a gasp, she looked to see the last of the flames disappear where the Counter-spelled wraith had once been.  Then she took in the instantly chaotic panorama and rose up, drawing her crossbow.  First she aimed at the wraith attacking Fenna near her, before remembering that her bolts would do nothing to these ethereal monsters.  After that she hesitated a few seconds, then shot at one of the living enemies.  The bolt, aimed down the aisle where Zell was, passed straight through the wraith and was on target to hit the fleeing cultist in the back of the head, but the woman managed to disappear around the corner just in time to avoid getting hit.

MacKensie didn't waste time lamenting her missed shot.  She couldn't even if she wanted to, for as she aimed at the wizard cultist with the wand, Barracker's wraith came after her, forcing her to dodge away from it.  With no method to counter the wraith, she was forced to stay on the defensive, evading attacks while repeatedly checking behind her to see where she was going.  Carefully she navigated the furniture and ghosts while the wraith pursued her.  It wasn't too difficult to avoid the ghost sword, but it was frustrating to be doing but being a distraction for a single wraith.  She smoothly dove and rolled over a tabletop, back on her balls of her feet with some distance between herself and the wraith. Once again she sighted the woman who'd ran off down the aisle.  She was back again, now with a sword, so MacKensie headed her way.

She started out, on the approach, by stopping the cultist dead in her tracks with a pre-emptive shot in the arm, then rushed in with her dagger and reeled off a twirling combination of strikes that the woman struggled to fend off.  With just a few more seconds, MacKensie would have, no doubt, broke her opponents guard and finished her, but the pursuing wraith on the frenchwoman's tail had quickly caught up and joined the fight.

Now MacKensie was back on the defensive again, parries for the physical enemy and dodges for the ghostly one.