His words made sense, and yet that lingering sense of discomfort still floated in the black-waters of her mind causing ripples to pulse against the back of her eyes every now and then. Now was one of those times. It didn't make sense. Logically she had no reason to be against this. No reason, but inside, she felt she had something else.

But what was it?

The demonic creature moved to attack her as she thought it might. Isopia's keen golden eyes watched the apparition, entirely unsure of what abilities it possessed. So far it seemed to more or less obey the laws of physics (other than floating of course, but that was seemingly a thing ghosts could do), but she would not have been surprised if it disappeared and reappeared at her side. >>Be ready for anything<< Hubris whistled into her mind. The dragon was still firmly distancing himself from this fight, but that did not mean he wanted to see Isopia unduly injured. 

As he neared, unknown powers or not, Isopia needed to act. Exhaling, she conjured a shield of stone, molding her magic into a shape she thought would best defend her against another strike from the sword-wielding ghost. Sure enough, just as the shield rose to defend her right side, she felt a magical-shutter run through her body just as if she had been physically holding the shield, and felt the reverberations of the sword rolling up through her arm. Isopia could hear a grunt escape her lips through the sound of shattered stone. She retreated a step to save her hooves from the brief shower of rock.

"Then you'll have to do better." Isopia said through teeth that wanted to grind together, but were forced apart, making her words sound more punctuated than she intended. 

With magic still tingling in her veins, Isopia conjured another amalgamation of rock. It had no real discernible shape, and was, like its predecessor, aimed to cause as much damage as possible. That is, aimed at Virgil's head. As she launched the stone, the feeling of wrongness once again sloshed against the back of her throat. It made her want to reach out and stop the stone, but of course her mind knew both that she couldn't (it was going too fast now, there just wasn't enough time), and that she shouldn't. At least, shouldn't in the sense of that would be what Virgil would want.

Still... her skull-marked face peered around the trajectory of the rock, wondering what part of Virgil - if any - might be hit. Would he try to dodge? Would he scream out? Would something crack.

>>You can do this<< Hubris whispered into her mind. Though in those seconds, Isopia couldn't tell if this was reassurance, or merely a statement of fact.

She could do it. Objectively she was much more powerful and strong than he was.

But would she?