It does fuck all against him, at least when it comes to pain, but it does make the twisted wraith draw back for a moment. He lets the sharp whip of metal slice through his arms, some of them gliding right through while some get stuck in the gunk.

His vision is so red. He can feel the delicious heat wafting off of his prey in waves. His arm extends again, slowed down by the flailing wires but still steadily making its way.