With a sudden, coordinated lunge, the Wraithhounds attacked. Arpious moved with lightning speed, her scythe cutting through the air in a deadly dance. She parried one attack, then another, her movements precise and fluid. She struck out at the nearest Wraithhound, her blade slicing through its form with a satisfying hiss.
But the remaining Wraithhounds were relentless. They pressed their attack, their jaws snapping and claws slashing. Arpious felt the strain in her muscles, the burn of exertion, but she refused to give in. She fought with everything she had, her determination unwavering.
She struck out at another Wraithhound, her scythe cutting through its ethereal form. The creature let out a pained howl before dissipating into the darkness. She turned to face the last remaining Wraithhound, her breath coming in heavy, controlled bursts. It hesitated, its eyes flickering with a mix of fear and rage.
