Sir Havel the Unyielding
((Why yes. Unluckily for him, he is. Also, the gun is just a simple assault rifle. AK-47 or the like. It would likely take quite a few rounds to inflict any significant amount of damage on Havel.))
In one sudden, startlingly swift motion, Sir Havel lets go of his Colossus Lunar Zweihander and springs forward to grab the man. Too frightened to react in any useful way, the terror-stricken gunman can do nothing but clumsily stumble back and fall over, losing hold of his weapon in the process.
Looming over the small man, the Chosen One reaches down and picks him and his gun up off the ground. In an unnerving display of strength, Sir Havel then wraps his mighty stone fist around the firearm with crushing force, reducing the deadly armament to a chunk of broken scrap metal with little effort.
Maintaining a firm grip on his right arm, the knight of stone brings the man to eye-level, and inquires—in as many human tongues as he can recall—into how many more of his criminal kin reside in the encampment ahead. Unfortunately, the man is apparently too shaken by this rather unpleasant first encounter with a Chosen One to respond with anything but a fearful, "¿...Q-Qué?"
As for how innocent he happens to be...while it is abundantly clear to Sir Havel that this individual is no saint, the knight of stone fails to sense anything that would lead him to believe the scared little man hanging helplessly in his grasp is of any notably heinous character.
The Moderator(s)
"...How so?" She asks, giving The Moderator a curious stare.
Jorn Darkmane
After ceaselessly chanting away for close to an hour straight, Jorn eventually decides that it would probably be best to move things along and send the apparition off on its not-so-merry way, so that both he and the family can finally put all this terrible ghost battling business to rest...
Of course, if it were that simple, said apparition would have been long gone by now.
For what should be fairly obvious reasons, the ghost is quite adamant about keeping itself outside and away from the infernal realm of the damned. And, for roughly the past hour, it has been devoting every last iota of energy it can muster to doing just that; latching doggedly onto the fabric of the earthly plane, and resisting the unremitting power of the Chosen One's dark, banishing magics. If Jorn plans on ridding the house of this malevolent soul anytime soon, he'll have to figure out a way to buff up the potency of his dramatic yet as of right now insufficient ritual. Otherwise, the ghost may just prove formidable enough to outlast even the most determined of the warlock's efforts.