Lydia ran across the darkness, her sword flying like a haze of fire through the darkness, ripping it apart. The corruption ran away, cowering in fear as the radiant sun rose amongst them.
One tentacle after another, tens of them flew toward the incandescent paladin like hungry snakes. They were fast, terribly fast. No mortal could see them approaching, the mortal paladin braving hell shouldn't be able to resist such abhorrent power.
Lydia dodged one tentacle, plaguing the horror's mind with confusion. She couldn't be able to dodge, yet here she had done it. Her sword flew upward, a simple, efficient, and fast swing, and the tentacle flew away, severed and burned, twisting like the severed tail of a lizard from pain.
