Henry Esprit
The evil ancient spirit looked down on us from the mountainside. The shimmering injuries on its body faded out and closed up.
Its body suddenly shook, the mist making it up loosening and compacting over and over. When it stopped, the spirit was smaller, the mist more compact and tighter.
It focused on us again, its spiritual energy rising. We readied our stances, ready to respond to any attacks it would throw at us.
Behind us, various shouts and chants were let out all at once. Multiple beams of different colored lights shot over our heads, straight at the evil ancient spirit. The other Elders had launched their attacks.
The evil spirit manipulated its spiritual energy to form a shield in front of it. The beams of light hit the shield, shattering it and sending the ancient spirit right back into the mountain it just pulled itself out of.