Ashoka waited for the attack as her amber eyes scanned their surroundings, only for a blur to pass by, and another soldier was dragged into the fog. This made her heart race, but she reacted instantly.
She vaulted over the crumbling shield wall, her senses razor-sharp. Just as her boots touched the ground, a flicker of movement caught her eye, a shadowy figure lunging from the darkness.
With the skill of a seasoned predator, she pivoted, her twin blades flashing in a deadly arc. The attacker's guttural snarl was cut short as her swords sliced through sinew and bone, felling the creature in an instant.
As it collapsed in a lifeless heap, the Tigress crouched beside it, her piercing gaze narrowing. The fallen foe was no ordinary assailant; it was a Ghoul, exuding an unnatural, pulsating aura that seemed to writhe in the air like a living thing.
