Vengeance calls out to Jett. "The incessant jibbering is becoming quite tiresome.  Perhaps a little healing my friend?"   

 Rolen darts away from the wraith on him, his lightning speed catching the creature by surprise.  He joins Finceleb in his assault on the Mad Wraith, his spear tearing at it's smoky substance before it's insane mutterings send him staggering backwards, back towards his original position.

Alekson gathers his arcane power, attempting to infuse the air around the Mad Wraith with light, but the creature's darkness quickly swallows up the enchantment, leaving no glow remaining.  Changing tactics the mage assaults the insane spectre with a sudden storm of ice and sleet, power surging through him from the orb he holds.  The Mad Wraith is driven to the floor by the sudden ice storm, the ground to it's sides and rear becoming coated in slippery sleet.

Vengeance shifts over to take the spot infront of the Mad Wraith formerly held by Rolen, his glowing blade lancing through the prone apparition, flaring with holy power that burns the wraith even as it solidifies it's form.  It is then Vengeance who is sent staggering away as the pain in his mind increases, the madness starting to threaten to overwhelm him.

Finceleb swears an oath to Bahamut to end this undead abomination and unleashes a mighty slash of his blade which only glances the wraith, but even so tears at it's suddenly solid black flesh, dark ichor freezing about the wound.  Finceleb feels the pain of the wraith's madness, but unlike the others he is not sent staggering away.  Apparently the Mad Wraith intends to finish the knight once and for all...... 

 Jett shouts to Vengeance and fires an arrow from his bow.  The shot is too high to hit the prone Mad Wraith but luckily it chooses this moment to prop itself up into a sitting position, the arrow slamming into it's head (lucky charm expended).  Not one to leave things to chance, Vengeance takes the wraith's head off of it's shadowy shoulders with a swipe of his glowing blade.  The Mad Wraith's ghostly substance falls apart in a splinter of shadow, leaving no trace of it behind, it's insane whispering vanishing from your minds.  The Avenger feels hearted by the Mad Wraith's death and Jett's shouts of encouragement and pushes back the pain (healed up to 31hps), feeling that the battle was finally beginning to turn their way....

Jett sees a flicker of movement behind  Vengeance and shouts a warning, but he is too late.  Searing agony replaces Vengeance's newfound optimism as a shadowy arm erupts from his chest.  Vengeance feels his life force slipping away as the wraith's life-draining powers take their full toll on him, his vision fading to blackness as he collapses onto the stone.

The second invisible wraith appears beside Finceleb, striking the already weakened Paladin with both of it's shadowy arms.  With a clatter of steel the heavily armoured knight joins Vengeance of the cold stone floor, his mouth agape and his limbs twitching.

The remaining two wraiths swarm Rolen, the agile monk managing to avoid all but a grazing touch, which still causes his vision to darken momentarily as a brief wave of weakness and pain rolls through him.  Blocking off the pain with a wall of righteous anger, the half-orc steadies himself and readies his spear to continue the fight...... 

 "Stand up plaadin... we have a lot of work to do... " whispers the sword on Finceleb's mind. He struggles agaisnt the cold that seems to had stopped his heart and freezed his blood in his veins... 

 Rolen explodes into motion.  Though his first spinning attack misses both wraiths, he quicksteps from in between them and redoubles his fury, his flashing spear and limbs striking the wraiths repeatedly.  As he prepares to follow up on his successful assault, both monsters are swallowed by shadows and disappear from infront of him.

Vengeance moans and shivers on the ground, his holy power sustaining his depleted life force for now. 

 Jett yells encouragment to his downed allies but it seems to have no effect, their lifeforce has been drained too much for mere encouragement to rally their spirits.  Shaking his head, the warlord levels his longbow at the remaining wraith, his arrow scoring upon his target.  With an eerie cry the wraith pulls the shadows to itself, vanishing like the others. 

 Alekson glances to his left and right as his hands crackle with the forces of lightning he had unleashed before.  He waits patiently for the wraiths' next strike... "Give me your best, fiends!" He mutters.