Phaedra brandishes her rapier heroically as the spirits close around her.

Cheth: Well then? What will it be, Manta Princess? What challenge do you choose?

Phaedra: I'll go with what I'm best at: I choose fencing.

The spirits speak to each other gleefully:

Cheth (skeletal deer): Did I hear that correctly, Cheth?

Cheth (skeletal tiger): Yes, I think I did, Cheth.

Cheth (swordswoman): The girl wants to challenge me to a swordfight?

Cheth (swordsman): I'm sure I can arrange that...

A cloud of red spirits gathers - they all brandish different varieties of swords.

Cheth (swordsman): I've collected the souls of thousands of swordsmen over the centuries. Pick whichever one you want to face - and I can bring them out to play.