ghostmallow hunting

"It has to be around here somewhere."

Uriel's ears twitched this way and that. The whispers of a formidable hallowed foe is what drug Uriel to the woods this fall night. Trick or Treat strapped resolutely to his back, the Luminite stepped quietly through the underbrush.

A groan wafted through the air, bringing with it the smell of burnt sugar and a sense of foreboding. Uriel growled lowly, sliding Trick or Treat off of his shoulders. He followed the sound quietly. Rounding a nearby tree, Uriel was finally face to face with...

a marshmallow?

He cocked his head to the side, his eyebrows pinched in concern. Well, seemed this fight was going to be a bit more unorthodox than he thought.