Having knocked down his quarry, Tiketh seemed quite pleased. Kicking the creature's corpse for good measure, he snorted. Dead things were best off staying dead. If only Take had been able to understand and agree with that logic. These zombified whatever they were should never have been wandering the halls and Take should never have attached itself to a person. He was a bitter spirit that was far better off if only he had figured out how to properly pass on instead of sharing his torment with others. There was only one of them left from what he could tell. Teeth bared, the Hylian raised his scythe, plunging the blade deep into the being's chest, twisting and ripping back out. Taking a short pause, breathing hard, he leaned over to give the monster a look see, watching for any movement. "Are they gone?" he asked, "Is it dead?" Though, was that a good question to ask as they already were sort of... dead, weren't they? Calming down reasonably, his shadowy magic subsided, melting off into a soft vapor, gently wafting from his fingertips.