Oh — careful, don't let it get back to its weapon!

[He's not one to killsteal in the middle of a friendly competition, but seeing the leftover wisp, he quickly grasps a bloodstone and hurls a cast in the direction of the shade; it shapes itself into a bolt of green light that quickly seeks its foe and ruptures it.]

Sorry, mate. That's the thing about the Exalted. Eternal fighting really does mean eternal, you see?