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.