Elara nodded her bow at the ready. She conjured arrows of pure light, knowing that only magic would damage the Tainted Spirits. They couldn't afford to get surrounded.
Without warning, the spirits lunged toward them, moving in erratic patterns. One darted straight for Arpious, its twisted, transparent hand reaching out to claw at her. Arpious anticipated the attack, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, and spun to the side, narrowly dodging the ethereal swipe. As she turned, she slashed upward with her sword, the blade glowing with aetheric energy. The strike cut through the spirit, causing it to shriek as its form momentarily dispersed.
But the spirit wasn't defeated. It reformed a few feet away, its eyes glowing with renewed fury.
