His senses tingled, and Jon shot out his hand, grasping a wraith by the neck as it tried to sneak up upon him. With a mighty cleave, the dragonlord put all of his strength into the bronze blade, which tore through the cloak of shadows and the fiend underneath, turning it to foul black dust. That seemed to be the beginning of the fight - the surrounding air began to churn with the wraiths, which surged towards him like a tide of darkness.