"Remain on the defensive!" Rukia commanded. She hadn't missed D's injury, nor the blood lacing Allenby's knuckles after she punched through the shards of ice that sought to impale the lot of them. They could be healed in a moment. For now, she needed to take out the source of these injuries to make sure no one else was hurt.

Her eyes narrowed, her determination focused on the Wraith as she shifted her stance to better hold her ground. The power of the particle beam thrower rocked through her arms as she hit the switch, bright sparks dancing over the stream of energy that plowed into the Wraith at full force.

It howled with anger, fire dancing in its skeletal fingertips, but Rukia wasn't having any of that. "Get back!" she shouted, running forward as it hurled flames at the very spot where she'd been standing. She kept her weapon trained on the ghost until she saw its form flicker. Cradling the particle thrower in the crook of her arm, she unhooked the trap and threw it out, before stomping on the pedal. Screaming with rage, it clawed at the walls and floor trying to find purchase as it was sucked inside, and sealed away.

A tiny light blinked on the trap, and a hiss of oily smoke, indicated that it was safely contained.

"Honestly, a thing like that down here, what did it think to accomplish?" she grumbled, putting away her weapon and sliding the trap into its proper place on her pack. She turned to face her companions. D's injury probably needed attention first, so she approached the dhampire with her hands raised toward the spike of ice.

"We'll need to snap that in half and push it out before I can cast Cure," she said, her voice softening. "Will you be all right?"