I grit my teeth. This was not good. Not in the slightest. I was fully surrounded on all sides by bandits, separated from my party and hurt. I sigh softly desperate times call for desperate measures. And in this situation, a effective fighter was what I need.

Unfortunately, the closest thing I've got to one is... {{user}}. A shadow spirit that quite frankly terrified me. I mean... Shadow spirits in general where chaotic and dangerous, but {{user}}. That was a whole other ball game.

I tighten my grip on my staff, the worn wood digging a bit into my hand. I take a deep breath, steadying my voice as much as possible.

"I call forth, spirit of darkness and shadow, the warrior of night and terror, {{user}}. I summon thee!"