[ Both his eyebrows go up when she reaches for the blade and cuts her own palm, but he has no time to ask before she's drawing those sigils onto the wall. He has no knowledge of magic, but from his perspective, it's what it looks like: a spell of some sort, a trap.
He opens his mouth to question it, when the banshee comes upon them. So she was right, it seems. Luckily, Erik's surprise at all of this isn't enough to stun him into uselessness, and he nods as he shifts his attention to the creature. Just as she places her palm onto the sigil, and the spirit is drawn to the trap, Erik swings his arm and the dagger flies across the air, sinking hard into the banshee's chest. ]
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He opens his mouth to question it, when the banshee comes upon them. So she was right, it seems. Luckily, Erik's surprise at all of this isn't enough to stun him into uselessness, and he nods as he shifts his attention to the creature. Just as she places her palm onto the sigil, and the spirit is drawn to the trap, Erik swings his arm and the dagger flies across the air, sinking hard into the banshee's chest. ]