The air in The Maw was thick, pressing against Miles like a weighted cloak, suffocating yet electric as the three Revenants lunged at him again. His grip on the [Harbinger's Scythe] tightened as his [Doppelganger] charged forward, without waiting for Miles' direct command.
Before he could even process it, two of the three creatures were upon him.
Miles barely twisted in time to dodge the strikes, the Revenants' elongated claws scraping against the rusted debris where he had stood moments ago. The impact sent a shockwave through the unstable terrain, dislodging jagged slabs of metal and shattered bone.
'Shit, fuck, shit, fuck, shit!'
Miles moved, leaping backward as the creatures swiped again. He had fought fast Revenants before, but the intent behind their attacks was different.
'It's like that thing I fought before in the hidden chamber, but worse…'