Daru quickly hopped out of the fallen tree's hollow, summoning his sword, pulling it out of the illusory scabbard, and striking a fighting stance.
'Tch…how rude…' he cursed under his breath, eyes narrowing as he watched the hoarsely screeching abominations trying to encircle him.
He naturally wouldn't allow them, quickly jumping back to ensure all of the Accursed Soulcatchers would remain within sight.
The moment one of them secured his back, he was done for.
The armored wraiths were persistent, continuously trying, but Daru never let them, so the actual exchanges hadn't really begun yet.
Realizing that the wretch they had been hunting seemed different from the rest, the Accursed Soulcatchers looked at each other.
Daru keenly observed the strange interaction.
It was the only thing he could do, as turning his back here might be his undoing, and he didn't really want to do such a thing.
At least not without clashing swords with the elite abominations first.
