One of the sirens, larger and more imposing than the others, emerged from the pool with a roar. Its eyes blazed with an intense, malevolent light as it charged at Arpious with reckless fury. She met its attack with a fierce determination, her scythe clashing against the creature's claws in a shower of sparks.
They exchanged a series of rapid blows, their movements a blur of motion and shadow. The larger siren was formidable, its strength and speed unmatched by its lesser kin. But Arpious fought with a determination born of necessity, her strikes growing more powerful and precise with each passing moment.
