Catacomb Dweller? (edited)

The insect's screech rang out as it swiped its arm. Its hooked appendages, acting as its fingers, dragged behind.

Its arm then suddenly came to a stop, bouncing off the strike that Lillian made on its arm, chipping into its thin but surprisingly durable carapace. Lillian's eyes furrowed as she saw this.

She pulled back her rapier as it seemed to shimmer and tremble at the presence of violence—a ghostly sound resounding quietly from it. Inaubable to the ears.

With her arm pulled back, she thrusted the tip of her blade forth, slamming it into the chest of the insect, which only seemed to leave a shallow cut on its flexible armour.

With her stab, the insect stumbled back, looking over and caressing the damage to its carapace before staring back at Lillian, who continued to hold the charred lantern that dangled in her hands.