[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    couldn’t help but grin as the massive form of Arrayah slid into a new trajectory and tumbled thunderously away, but that was not to say that he took even a moment to revel in that small victory. Instead, as that trajectory had begun to change, the azure-eyed hunter had already dropped one blunderbuss into its hook, snatched up enough quicksilver for both firearms, and began to reload the other as he swiveled on the spot. His attention half followed the beast’s trajectory, both hands managing the mechanism of the gun as he braced himself, knees bending, and slotted the reloaded blunderbuss into place at his left hip.

Left hand darting from the hooked blunderbuss to the joined Effigial Blades at the same hip, Farren drew it from its place as he reloaded the second blunderbuss with his right hand, moving with dexterous ease. He dashed forth then, having estimated the beast’s end point, his body slashing forwards through the air in a long quickstep–or two–intent upon taking advantage of the staggered monstrosity.

It smelled vile, he tasted bile, swallowed it down, and as he exited his dash, Farren finished reloading his second blunderbuss and thus promptly dropped it into its place ‘pon his right hip, hooked and properly secure. His own fingers latched on the hilt of the True Blades of Mercy and he drew their united form in swift order, arming him with both Effigial and True Blades as he closed the final feet of distance.

He was in no position to perform a more brutal strike, and he’d a sense that his would be less effective besides, so he half climbed, half leapt atop the beast in a clambering run and then began to slash and tear into its grotesque mockery of a form, where humanoid torso met almost insectoid greater body, as if intent to rend the two halves apart.

Farren knew he couldn’t hope to do so, of course, surely Arrayah was still far too hale and whole not to regenerate from his strikes, but every frenzied slash was another chunk of vigor cut from its vessel, and he intended to cut away as much as he could.

Inevitably, when Arrayah began to stir, Farren would slam the joined Effigial Blades into their place at his left hip as his right hand plunged the True Blades of Mercy into the juncture between centipede and humanoid segments, then tear them into two parts at a rough angle, digging them deeper as he did, before leaping down and back from the plague-ridden Champion. As he was in that moment of descent, Farren braced himself for its strike, body ready to act as best as he could without tensing so much that a backhanded swipe or something similar might harm him more due to his own stiffness.

If his feet hit the ground before any such attack, Farren would immediately quickstep back as he drew the Beastflayer from his back and whipped out with it as he activated its mechanism, to extend it into a lashing farewell across Arrayah’s form.