You don't have to die to be a ghost... [IC | OOC | Roleplay Theme] "You think fear is your weapon, Specter," the ethereal being muttered after Frostfear attempted conjure his fears as illusions. Attempted being the key word. While Frostfear could normally make nightmares and abominations manifest themselves as his weapons and allies, the shade he was fighting now seemed immune. Immunity might be the wrong word. Could one be immune to fear? Absent of insecurities? Even the dead still had fear and doubt. Although it wasn't evident, this shade was doing something else. Something to stop Frostfear from using arguably his greatest ability. "But, you haven't seen the Ghost Zone," this new ghost added, "you have no idea what the dead really fear. You can't even begin to harness a power like yours if you can't understand the madness and chaos we come from." Frostfear had very little time to contemplate what this shade said. It made sense, somewhat. Frostfear didn't even know what the 'Ghost Zone' was, let alone what it was like there. He only knew how his powers worked, and barely at that. This ghost, however, seemed to have pure and raw confidence and exuded it in his bold words and actions. Originally atop the tall buildings of uptown Amity Park, this shadowy figure darted from the black blotches of shadows on the walls to the inky darkness of the alleyways, moving far too fast for Frostfear to keep up. His agility was on a whole other level compared to the ghosts Frostfear had fought before and even dwarfed his own. This shade dodged the ethereal ice that Frostfear used with ease, and dodged into the darkness of the night only to turn firing black slashes of ecto-energy at Frostfear. Frostfear conjured a wall of ice to easily block the slashes, then replied to the shade, "I think you're being a bit serious about this. You started attacking the signs, you almost got people hurt, you attacked me and you're acting like I picked the fight." This much was true. This ghost was destroying the bright, neon signs that lit up the skylines of Amity Park, causing debris to fall and subsequently injure innocent people. This shade even attacked Frostfear without a word. "Specter, you don't even begin to understand your place. All you've done is handle the petty ghosts that linger in this world... nameless to the Ghost Zone. But me? ME!? I am Blackout. I survived the Ghost Zone, I traveled Limbo and I'm here for you. I'm even ahead of the curve. You see, it will be the privilege of the ignorant, like yourself, to provide power those that deserve it, like me. I got here first. You're my claim." "Well, Blackout, is it? I'm not your claim," Frostfear replied, "and, I'd appreciate if you didn't call me ignorant. That's kind'a rude." Blackout stayed hidden in the inky blackness, but his grunt of frustration was audible. His slanted red eyes were all that emanated from the darkness as he began to throw dozens and dozens of more slashes at the frozen shield made by Frostfear. Frostfear continued to thicken his frozen barrier, adding chunks of ice on it with quick blasts from his hands. The two fought for a period of time, mostly sculpting a large block of ice that kept Frostfear safe but did nothing to help him secure Blackout. "Hiding in the dark is getting dull, Blackout," Frostfear said before he darted straight down into a building. By the time Blackout carved through the block of ice to see Frostfear was gone, he had emerged inside the dark alley and exploded his body with ice, encasing the entire area with his frozen wall. An advantage to this was that ghosts could not pass through his ice, so Blackout was forced out of the dark alley and into the dim-lit streets. "Do you understand who I am? I am Blackout! Master of the Shadows! No ghost compares to me in the darkness!" Blackout shouted before he started slashing at the lights of the lamposts, darkening the area around him. "Is that so?" Frostfear said. "We'll see," he said before he began blasting his icy projectiles at Blackout, whom easily dodged them with his consistently impressive speed. This time, however, Frostfear fired more and more and more of these little blasts, missing some intentionally and slowly covering the entire area in ice as Blackout dodged them and slowly got closer as he did. "It's pointless," Blackout said, "You'll never hit me and if you did it wouldn't matter, but once I get to you, I'll tear you apar— While it was true Blackout was getting closer, Frostfear pulled another card from his sleeve. He pushed out his hands and fired a blast of light made from his ecto-energy, making it hit the ice he shot everywhere. While at first it barely glowed, Frostfear smoothed it out with his fine control over the ice he had made and eventually made a large, green-lit arena of bright light that finally revealed Blackout. A fearsome ghost with no legs, a large ghostly tail and two claws for arms while the rest of his body was a misty smoke, Blackout wasn't without his own intimidating nature. Once the light was shone on him, he backed away and howled, covering his red-eyed face with his claws. "I will get you, Specter... one little trick won't save you," he said while darting away. Frostfear had no idea the light would actually hurt Blackout; he assumed that the ghost drew power from it or manipulated it. In any case, Blackout was far too agile for Frostfear to catch, and at that Frostfear had no idea how to actually fight him. Without his ability to tap into the fears of the ghost, Frostfear felt he had no way to subdue him. The night was a failure with no ghosts captured for his father to study. Frostfear left the area an icy mess of broken class, lamps and lights when he returned home to his father. This was an exciting night for the Specter... but hardly out of the ordinary.