It was of course a weak ward. Enough to shift and shove and perhaps disorient someone but not slam objects around. Sure there's lighter, looser stuff like papers and brush and dust but that is a visual issue than a destructive one for the short seconds the phenomenon lasts.

It all settles and while the sword disappears because it's no longer sustained, the wreckage is scattered and quite easy to navigate around and continue upon the chase with nary so much a hesitation.

Elidibus has adapted to the awkward gait. But not, when Emet-Selch extends his reach and causes his prey to stumble for a moment, one he can deftly avoid. The almost-corporeal shadows slip and clutch over now-shredded shoes and something more akin to bird feet than man. He catches himself against the wall, but he is held momentarily fast. Once more his weapon is wielded. But like the sword, it will be dispersed in a gambit.

"If Darkness rises, so must Light respond. And thus Balance is restored."

And so the weapon falls apart and Elidibus brings balance, striving to nullify the risen shadow and free himself again.

But it is all the delay Emet-Selch really needed.