The tentacles struck them hard, tearing through the air like a living slick pink whip. They snapped and coiled with obscene agility, striking from multiple directions at once as if the creature controlling them perceived every angle simultaneously.
Aerchon reacted on instinct, his silver sword flashing as he severed one of them in the air, only to watch it writhe and dissolve into slick vapor before another replaced it.
Lysander stepped in beside him, intercepting a pair that lunged low, sparks of yellow lightning bursting as his Magic met flesh that felt more like compressed muscle than matter.
"HA HA HA!" The woman laughed.
It was not restrained or subtle. It rang across the ruined land with open amusement, echoing against broken stone and the towering skeleton behind her.
She advanced while attacking, walking forward with calm and measured steps as if the resistance only made the encounter more entertaining.
