Bryn crossed the line tentatively, as Dan went to grab the staff. She felt the sudden appearance of the spectre she had assumed as a vanished back into his crawl space, and her gaze snapped around to them. She couldn't hide the animalistic growl that tore from her throat.
"Swing away Dan! That staff will hit him with all the force you put in it, and it'll be the worst pain he has felt since life." Or she could start the chant. Or... She bent over and ran the blade of her dagger along the remaining flame and oil. She'd never used it like this, but there was no harm in a test run. With the blade caught in blaze she jabbed it into Derwent's back. "You shouldn't play with the dead around. We can hurt you." She hissed in the deadman's ear. Ready to leap away when Dan swung.