[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=red]Arrayah, the Profane[/color][/h3]
Farren missed, first with a huge swing of his Beastflayer, then with a blunderbuss shot; Torquil walked right up and stopped about one hand a half meter from Arrayah and swung Fulmen three times – left to right, right to left, from high to low – and missed every time. To everyone else it would seem as though their adversary was incorporeal and impossible to hit, but Ophelia would see every single attack aimed anywhere but at the creature. Gerlinde even ran over and past Ophelia, intending to bodily slam herself into whatever they were up against, only for her – without her even realizing it – navigating the space exactly so that she avoided colliding with any part of the beast.

After having moved several steps past Ophelia, leaving her rather convinced that she would not be able to impact their enemy like this, Gerlinde swiftly dropped to one knee. “Little ones!” she called, and a Messenger promptly appeared. “Runebrand!”
But rather than retrieve the item the way they usually did, the Messengers merely sat there looking at Gerlinde confusedly. Realizing immediately that they were not going to be giving her what she wanted, Gerlinde let out a giggle before rising back to her feet, turning around and resuming flailing her whip around in vain.

By the time Farren reached Ophelia, administered his blood vial and started trying to force her to her left, Arrayah had already grasped both of Ophelia's wrists. Aside from one of the monster's smaller, wildly rolling eyes suddenly seeming to stop moving to focus on Farren, however, Arrayah seemed quite content to ignore Farren and let him do as he pleased. Try as he might, though he would manage to pull Ophelia some of the way – causing the blade embedded in her torso to carve through her anew – but as soon as her right arm was stretched out she would move no further, because Arrayah's grip was strong and unyielding.
The creature kept chanting those same few words, though it seemed to speak them somewhat more slowly as its one huge, glowing azure eye shifted from Ophelia's face to the Holy Moonlight Sword in her hand. She would feel the bestial fingers start squeezing her wrist, trying to make her let go of the weapon... or break her hand if she refused.
“[I]Ophelia is Wielder...[/I]” the whispers nervously muttered in Ophelia's head. “[I]Ophelia is champion... but Arrayah is wielder... Arrayah is champion. Arrayah will make it whole...[/I]”