The weaker creatures immediately fled; any unevolved creature was unable to resist the fear brought onto them. And even the evolved creatures wanted to flee; the only thing keeping them in the fight was the aura that commanded them to continue. Despite their insistence to fight, their hesitancy was broadly visible in their actions. Just a split-second difference in their attacks and their reaction to being attacked was enough to make them effortlessly lose their life.
With Arachne joining the fight, the constant disruption towards Fenrir was quickly uplifted. With each leap, she took down a dragonfly in a blur of motion, her strikes clean and unerring. She moved as though she had found her calling among the branches, weaving effortlessly through them and leaving a trail of fallen foes in her wake. The dragonflies were forced to quickly scatter; staying together made them easy pickings. They needed to take down Arachne or else all of them would soon die by her hands.
