[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

As soon as the combat started in earnest and the horrifying screech filled the air, as soon as she had unleashed her blade's power, she realised her mistake as her mind caught up to what the whispers had been telling her: it was the [i]Lantern's[/i] gaze that was to be avoided, not theirs. Otherwise she'd not have been able to so much as look at it, and she hadn't felt a thing in the brief moment she'd let herself focus on it. She shouted to Torquil as best as she could, knowing how little time she had to give him a tool he desperately needed to act.

"You can look! Its gaze hurts you!" she shouted, hoping he'd understand, from the other entrance of the Workshop. Torquil was between them, thankfully, so a quick plan formed in her mind: Torquil's presence in the doorway, and his inevitable hitting of it, would no doubt cause its ire to focus on him for a brief moment. The thing appeared to be able to see in all direction, but a pincer manoeuvre was her only real hope nevertheless. She sprinted out from the second exit, leaping off the edge above the birdbath where the messengers gathered to sell them wares, and midair quickstepped downwards at approximately a 45 degree angle to direct the momentum of her movement somewhere useful rather than sailing through the air--every tiny fraction of time counted for something. While quickstepping she loaded another quicksilver bullet into the Holy Moonlight Sword. By this time she was hoping that Torquil would be ready with a strike, or at least that the Winter Lantern would've seen him and directed its ire at him, and as she landed on the ground and her blade warbled with arcane power she carried her momentum on and readied herself to loose another refulgent scythe of light up at the bulbous head of the Winter Lantern looming around the doorway as she made it nearly to the bottom of the curved staircase up into the workshop and stopped there as best as she could, ending up near the headstones on the other side of the stairs. She controlled the undulating and rippling power in her blade as best as she could, waiting up to a precious two seconds to see if Torquil had hit it or if it made any offensive moves towards her before letting her attack fly--she'd once again aim for its centre mass vertically, unless Torquil somehow managed to knock the thing back far enough with his inhumanly vast strength that she'd have to compensate. If Torquil still hadn't struck within those two seconds she'd unleash the attack regardless--hoping that Torquil would then follow up while it focused on her.