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A black insect-like figure lay in it instead, head toward the back wall and pale blue light flickering around its bulbous head. Long forearms tipped with scythed blades lay crossed over its chest, each as long as my arm. It didn't react to our arrival. And it wasn't dead. It would have disappeared already if it was.

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Weiss stepped up onto the bed and drew Myrtenaster, taking it in two hands over the thing's chest. Pyrrha moved but I held a hand out to stop her.

"Die, you fiend!"

The rapier stabbed down, piercing through chitinous plate and gushing blackish blood onto the Mage's legs. The thing woke up immediately and hissed, lashing out with both claws. Weiss kicked one away and dragged her sword out, stabbing a second and third time to kill it, the third stab in the shoulder, pinning the other limb down so it couldn't reach her.

It hissed and chittered for a moment, twitching and writhing, before it went still and fell back. It began to dissolve into black mist a moment later.

"They appear to be weak individually," Ren said. "They must have attacked in a group."

"Or they're more formidable when not ambushed," Blake added.