Sanger faced off against the ruffians that surrounded him with weapons drawn. It seemed they had perceived his sleight of hand during a high-stakes poker game, but he retained his composure. [Let's get this party going!] Suddenly, a shadowy double emerged from his body and dove at his opponents. Their blades harmlessly passed through the ethereal form, but its punches and kicks were more powerful than Sanger's. After they had all collapsed unconscious, he waved to them as he disappeared into the night. [I'm up for another round anytime, boys.]