As Dorian's ghost calculated up the numbers, Bramen's lip turned into a bit of a disappointed sneer. The numbers were close but Dorian was the clear winner. Those Knights he'd picked off had put him in the lead, despite the second Bladedance the Hunter had managed to pull off.

"Huh. I suppose you're right..." He could demand a recount, he could insist his own ghost interpret the data as well - but even if ghosts tended to have their own personalities, when it came to facts and figures, they weren't liars. The Hunter sighed, letting his shoulders sag.

"I guess your drinks are on me tonight - if I can pull you away from your research long enough."