Wights at Night

After several hours spent getting a lay of the land, as well as an introduction to the neighborhood watch, Helena was ready when the sun went down. Rather than patrolling the streets, she used wind magic to lift her into the air, perching atop a tall building that sat well within the area the Wights had been seen in.

Now in position, she gathered some wind magic around her ears. With her rapier, she traced several runes in the air in front of her, and she was suddenly able to hear a great deal of sounds throughout the area. That included the chatter of people in their homes, the steps of people walking home or heading out to a night shift at work, and the creaking of poorly maintained buildings. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but this was a spell Helena had practiced quite a bit: Sound Center.

Helena sat in a meditative stance for about twenty minutes when she heard the sounds of several running feet, followed by a scream. Wind whirled around her, and she rushed off in the direction of the scream.

Leaping from building to building, it didn’t take Helena long to catch sight of the commotion: a woman was running from several pale-skinned figures that had emerged from an abandoned building. Helena slammed down to the ground between the woman and her pursuers, a gust of wind blowing the pursuers off their feet.

Without turning around, Helena spoke to the woman who’d been fleeing. “Turn right up ahead, then keep running, and you should encounter a patrol of the neighborhood watch. They’ll make sure you get home safe. Please leave this to me.”

The breathless woman tried to gasp out a quick, “Thanks,” before doing as instructed.

As she made her retreat, the trio of undead stood up. Their eyes were pure white orbs, irises and pupils gone, and they had pale white skin. The color had drained from their hair as well, meaning all three had white hair. But one of the three had notably long hair and a busty figure, as well as facial features resembling Irene. “It seems you must be Leila,” Helena said softly. “Don’t worry. I’ll lay you to rest now.”

Outnumbered three to one, how should Helena handle this situation?