[Every hand bears an eye... which means that this ayakashi is unusually difficult to sneak up on. As Grell hurtles down towards it from above, dozens of the creature's spindly arms lash towards her, ready to grab and shove her away from its vulnerable, slow body. Ron, just behind, meets another forest of snatching hands, clawing at his clothing and skin as his blade trails across its palms. Wounded hands jolt away, balling protectively into fists or tucking themselves under the ayakashi's frame.]
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