Though Arcturus unintentionally triggered the power of his new blood and quickstepped away at the last moment, the Mad One still completed its attack. Raking the air with the claws of its left hand and smashing at nothing with the staff in its right hand, both hands converged in front of it, meeting no resistance and finding no target, meaning that there was nothing to receive the force it had put into the attack. Lacking its right leg from the knee down it had no way to compensate for its forward momentum, and momentarily it stumbled forward onto its hands and knees. Had any of the Hunters been close enough, this moment of vulnerability could have been the ideal moment for a visceral attack, but alas, as it was the Mad One recovered quickly and none of the Hunters were within arm's reach of the creature.

Seemingly unbothered by its missing leg or the bleeding stump left of it, the Mad One finally made a noise; a whimper, though far from one of fear or pain, but rather the whine of eagerness, like a dog begging for food or anticipating to play. Its head whipped back up just in time to watch Arcturus quickstep once again, closing the distance he had just created between himself and his adversary.
The monster had just enough time to part its terrible jaws and produced the first note of another inhuman shriek. Then Arcturus' sword found its mark, splitting the Mad One's head down the middle and instantly silencing its nightmarish cry. Arcturus would doubtlessly feel the strength spent on this move, quickstepping twice in such a short span of time, but perhaps it was all worth it as the creature's limbs went limp and its body slumped nervelessly to the ground.