[Vivi/Altair/Merri/Open]
Any attention she had given the battle was completely gone, instead given to the ghostly figure in front of her. Whether or not it was truly Alistair was moot; it appeared to be, and that was all that mattered. She took another step back, trying desperately to figure out a way to dispel it. Ghosts were the thing of stories told in the dark, and though she had known they'd existed - one didn't work in her line and not hear of things - they had been a completely tangential existence.
There was no point in attempting to reason with it, and so she did not try. She held her dagger in front of her, knowing that it would do nothing but giving her a measure of comfort anyway. Her arm stung, but she did not wish to waste what meager magical ability she possessed on a small wound. Instead, she cast Fire, flinging it at the ghost.