Rowen had his own run-in with a ghost friend, but it wasn't nearly as gentle as with Ryo and Sage. He had just so happened to turn a corner and see a man dressed in battle armor with his sword raised above his head. Cowering in the corner were two young children. They were all transparent, so he knew they were ghosts, but he still could not help but yell out for the man to stop. He didn't, in a million years, expect to be heard.
The samurai turned around, and the children disappeared. That samurai didn't look too happy, and he decided to raise his sword on Rowen next. Immediately, he put his hands up in surrender, but the samurai kept approaching.
"Sheesh! I surrender, already! What's your problem?"
Then, he suddenly remembered what he heard in school as a child that those who surrender to a samurai had to present a white flag, which he just happened to be fresh out of.
"Then again, most people who surrender are killed anyway! Aw, crap…"
He had only a second to jump out of the way to avoid the blade. Even though the rest of the man was just an illusion, the sword seemed real enough, as it cut into the floor with ease. Rowen cursed and broke out in a run. He rounded corner after corner and had a few close calls, but he must have had the worst luck of all the ronins, because he ran strait into a dead end.
Luckily, his luck wasn't all bad, as he spotted a long pipe nearby. He had time to grab it up and get into a fighting stance before the samurai showed up.
"Well, since running doesn't work, I have to accept your challenge!"
"He heh…"
"But be warned… You're not the only warrior here!"
But the samurai had more of an advantage than Rowen- he had protective armor. During the sprint, he had tried to suit up, but it failed. Now, he was half dodging and half-countering sword strikes. The samurai stood more than three inches over Rowen, and was faster, despite the weight of his armor. The sword swung again, and Rowen fell back, off balance. The blade cut his cheek, and then crashed into the next wall. As he hit the floor, he felt the house shake, and sat there astounded at the warriors' strength. The samurai pulled out his weapon and rose it over his head for one final strike.
If Rowen was a normal person, he wouldn't know what to do and would let the attack come, but Rowen wasn't out of the game just yet. In a last-ditch effort, he aimed the pole to a crack in the ceiling above the samurai and threw it. It stuck in, then nothing. The samurai looked at the pathetic move and laughed. He turned back to Rowen, and that's when the ceiling shook, and collapsed on top of the warriors' head. Good thing it was only a small part, though, otherwise Rowen would have been covered as well. Sighing, the ronin fell onto his back to rest, and prayed that the others were doing better than he.