"Alright, boys and ghouls," whispered Elias, a phantom still wearing his dusty tuxedo. "The rules are simple. It’s . You lose a round, you lose a limb."
In a flash of blue light, Silas’s limbs zipped back to his body like magnets. He stood tall, fully formed and smirking. Clara, true to the "fina" stakes, sighed as her left leg vanished, leaving her to hop victoriously on the other. "Best out of three hundred?" she asked. "You're on," Silas grinned, adjusting his hat. strip rockpaperscissors ghost edition fina