Yeah she does not wanna be there when that happens. Dodging and more nasty sigils, this seems like a good approach.

It crumples. The stick it was holding clatters off the ground and comes to a stop a couple feet away.

There's a sort of whispery noise behind her.

Oh what the fuck is it now—

Apparently nothing. The woman in white is waiting by the further of the two mausoleums, under yet another lamppost.

A very grumpy Naomi stalks over to join her.

"Revenants do not follow the call," the woman says. She gestures at the roof of the other mausoleum. A figure is crouched at the top of the A-frame. It's wearing some kind of robe with a hood, and its movements are almost birdlike, in the way it turns its head. "They follow death. You cannot leave this place while it lives. Be agile, be confident. Your life depends upon it."

Black smoke and feathers swirl around the revenant. It disappears from the roof and reappears on the ground with a noise like flapping wings. It looks straight at Naomi. It's wielding two large cleavers, and its face is obscured in darkness.

She puts up her golden umbrella and yoinks.

The tip of one of its cleavers embeds itself in the ground and the revenant itself sways, stunned momentarily.

What time is it? Why, it's Nasty Sigils Time!

The revenant doesn't seem to care. It winds up and swings both cleavers at her.

Unfortunate! Perhaps it is instead Running Away Time.

The Revenant pursues her, but it's not actually faster than her. It stops and holds its cleavers up in front of it, crossed, gathering more of that black-smoke-and-feathers in front of it.

Yeah whatever the fuck that is she wants to be far away from it. And maybe try another yoink—the yoink sigil has been weirdly inconsistent about how soon it will let her draw it after a previous instance, she hopes it doesn't keep being that obnoxious in reality—

The yoink sigil has decided to be uncooperative this time around.

The revenant finishes whatever it was doing and sweeps both cleavers back down to its sides. A flock of smoky crows bursts forth from its robe, cawing and making a general ruckus. Despite their insubstantiality, their talons and beaks look quite sharp. They dissipate after flying a couple meters.

Wow, she was so right that she didn't want to be in front of that!

Fine, have some plain old run-of-the-mill nasty sigils, maybe they're more effective than they look.

The revenant sinks into the ground in the same haze of black smoke. And then it's just... gone?

Naomi is not sure she trusts this departure. How about she leaves the vicinity just in case.

Good plan. The revenant rises up behind her and swings its cleaver through where she just was. Then it sees her and pulls that same cleavers-crossed-in-front trick as before.

Cynicism wins the day again, hooray! Time to get the fuck out of the way and try the yoink again!

It works. This time it interrupts whatever the revenant is doing; its arms fall back down to its sides, and the smoke stuff evaporates.

Oh. Good. That's good. And now, more of the regular nasty sigils, just in case they are having some effect.

The revenant falls to its knees, tips over backwards, and explodes into a flock of quickly-vanishing crows.

Yeah she's still suspicious.

Nothing jumps out at her.

On the one hand, the revenant doesn't come back. On the other, neither does the woman in white.

Hmm. How about 'wander around in search of another Lamppost of Cryptic Bullshit', that seems like a reasonable approach here.