Immediately the ghostly avenger screamed in agony. “Aagghhh!” ‘If I hadn’t turned he would have stabbed me through the heart. As it is I can barely move. Good Lord, the pain!’ Struggling beneath the big houngan, The Grim Spectre finally managed to dislodge himself from his opponent. “You fool!” he roared at Baron Popadoo, “You cannot kill the un-killable. Nor can you defeat a grim avenging spirit sent to this terrible place.” With a grimace beneath his mask, he reached over and ripped the knife free of his shoulder. The effort and the agony drove him to his knees. Immediately Popadoo was upon him, seeking a killing blow. He withdrew a second blade from within his jacket-the twin of the first-and screamed as he stormed over to where The Grim Spectre knelt, prepared to once again drive the blade through the spot where the Spectre’s heart would have been. Again the knife descended toward its prey, but this time The Grim Spectre threw both his arms up in front of his face and above his head in an ‘X’ pattern that immediately caught Popadoo’s descending fists and knife.
