[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    recoiled slightly, but recovered quickly as his second attack [i]failed[/i] to have the effect he’d been aiming for. Worse still, the Twisted Messenger finished recovering, not even seeming to notice the strike at all before it healed. With the understanding that strikes from his blades were almost certain to be ineffective, Farren pushed back into a backwards quickstep, trying to put at least a few meters between himself and the grasping creature. Whether it caught him or not, Farren was already clicking his blades together into his right hand before reaching his left down into a pouch to palm a quicksilver bullet. He’d continue with his other hand, sheathing the Effigial Blade as he drew up his pistol and now with two hands worked to swiftly reload it. Even if caught in its grasp, he’d attempt to load, tilt up, and then fire the bullet up on a trajectory that would penetrate between ‘chin’ and neck and travel upwards through its entire skull if it didn’t get lodged within it.