Danny couldn't really say that he hated being a ghost hunter, per se.

Really, despite his circumstances, something in this felt right, felt clear to him, as he made quick work of the sulking ghost before him, landing one hit after another upon his lingering form and sending him into one of the doors of the auditorium and onto the stage, unlit and impossible to see to the human eye, but for him, it made no difference. None at all as he fazed through, leaving the two below him to find another entrance in, much to their annoyance.

"Ah, yes. If only we could phase through objects with little to no resistance like a ghost. I wonder how that could ever be done..." A young lady with black, bobbed hair spat out with a snarky grin, gesturing to her and the youth beside her in wide, arching movements as if to present themselves to the halfa far above their heads. Of course, he heard them, exclaiming his recollection before swooping in to take them in arm, carefully guiding them through the solid, metal doors as their forms became like his: intangible.

"Oh, yeah. Hehe, sorry guys. Kind got caught up in the moment. You know how intimate these can get." Shooting a wink to the ghost, they shrieked with fury, charging at the three with newly invigorated fury. Quickly, he set them down, and met the creature half-way, his fist colliding with the creature just as it had made it a good way toward them, halting in mid-air before being sent backwards, the halfa motioning to the others to get to cover, Tucker and Sam following suit.

The ghost hissed, cursing with malice as its voice manifested.

"Won't you leave me be, boy? This fighting has become awfully tiring, you know." With a wave of their hand, several rows of auditorium seats began to waver and buckle under a strange force before being throttled upwards just below Danny who'd, just in the nick of time, ducked out of the way. The thirty or so chairs slammed against the ceiling, but didn't relent, weaving and dipping like a snake after him.

Below him, many more objects followed, razing the stage and property so thoroughly that it was difficult to tell what it had been before; clicking his teeth with annoyance, Danny yelled down at the creature from his place on one of the balconies, having landed a while ago (he figured the ghost was a bit dense, what, with not even noticing that he wasn't even chasing him anymore).

"Hey! Unless you plan on reimbursing the school for damages, maybe you should stop with the, you know, chair-thingy? Just a suggestion, Vector." The ghost stopped mid-swoop, halting the artificial beast as he tried to find the voice, finally zeroing in on a violent orb of neon green hurtling right toward them.

Yelping, he, too, scrambled to get out of the way, but was just a hair too slow, screeching at the sickening burn of ectoplasm that sizzled away at his form. The beast of chairs was hailed for as its master waned, and Vector, with all the strength that he could muster, hurtled them at the halfa.

"Ah, you'd damned abomination! What...what did you do?!" The old ghost bellowed, holding up the dripping remains of his face in a steely grimace, gritting his teeth as his strength began to wane.

It was beginning to tell what he was looking at or what he was attacking as a white blur darted in and out of his field of vision, and he could feel something crash into him as his body went flying, colliding with another portion of the stage as his metallic monster keeled under the weight of the halfa's advances.

The old ghost was getting...tired.

"What? Me? I didn't do much; maybe it's time you left the fighting to the young'ins, huh?" Again, Danny dipped low and collided with the spirit, though this time, he took him in hand, the chair beast trying its best to follow, but it lagged behind, missing many chunks and pieces until, even that wavered and began to come undone.

A certain rush filled his chest as he tightened his grip on the being, grinning as he watched it squirm.

Boy, did he like when they squirmed.

At this point, he could vaguely hear a small crowd forming just outside of the doors to the auditorium, concerned murmurs and whispers pressing just beyond them as some clamored to look into the windows of the doors.

He'd have to wrap this up, and fast.

"Welp, looks like times up, Old Geezer. Hate to cut our time short, but, you know." Trailing off, he began to lift the small ghost above his head, bracing his arms as the former began to struggle, lifting his hand to call what remained of the beast when he felt his world twist, the burning arms of air rushing past his body until he collided with the ground, splattering his form about, though he was still intact.

Somewhat.

Slowly, Danny descended, Sam and Tucker a distance away as they watched, but made no move to stop him. The halfa said nothing as his boot pressed into Vector's distended body, smearing it with the sole as the ghost wordlessly screamed, parts of his form still bubbling and melting, a bit like ice cream when left a bit too long.

Turning around, he motioned to Sam, smiling that lovely, bright grin as the ghost writhed beneath his boot. Turning the cap and allowing the spirit to be pulled in, turning her head at the missing portions of what would have been its face as most it had been blackened, much like decayed flesh.

Just as they had returned the ghost, the doors began to clang and rumble, likely from the many bodies just outside of the door. Quickly, the three of them ducked behind the curtain, Danny shifting back into his human form with the others, though no one said anything for a while as they left the auditorium and toward the cafeteria.

Yep.

Danny really did like hunting ghosts.