A Sense of... Weakness? (edited)

Its deep black eyes, filled with hunger and malice, which were worn on its human-like face, stared unfocused as it had just suddenly developed cataracts in its bug-like eyes.

Lillian, unaware of the troubles the monster was going through just even to make out where she was, roughly slid under a clumsy swing of its legs that caused it to drag to the side.

The Phantom Conductor, who was following after her, pressed his hand on the ground before strongly pushing off of it.

Lillian flew back up to her feet—her arm shaking from the sudden burst of strength. She tightly gripped the hilt of her rapier and swung it through the gaps in the monster's jointed legs.

As the baton of the pale blue ghostly figure flew over her head, so did her blade.

After the Sonata of Revenge managed to nestle its way through the gaps in its exoskeleton, it sunk deeply into its joints.