A little bit of a challenge always makes these things that touch more interesting, doesn't it? Not to say that fighting terrifying shadows with the power to take on humanoid shapes or even possess a body isn't interesting, but well. Jacob likes to make everything more challenging. It makes life worth living.

The nature of the corridor might overwhelm some. Their enemies are funnelled into a solid group, but Jacob likes that, he can slash and chop and always hit something. But the best thing is using those walls to run up, to twist and turn out of the way of a shadowy attack, bringing the blade down instead on the unsuspecting... whatever it is.

What is this? They aren't people, they aren't undead. It's something once more well beyond his understanding, and while he can fight and hack at them, they don't go down like mortal men. They keep pressing forward, and all he can do is try to keep out of the way. One touch might be all it takes, and he doesn't want to risk it. He can't risk it. He wants to get out of here.

"How many?" He calls, trying to keep his tone jovial, despite the fact he can't rightly say he's downed more than two, perhaps three. There are far more than that still standing.