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

Ophelia's distance from Arrayah meant that the huntress was not hit by the frightening speed of her retaliation, and her mind whirred at the revelation that their blade-blessed foe was apparently resistant to their energy-based attacks. That certainly put them at a tremendous disadvantage: between Gerlinde having worked the blood gem into her weapon to render it more arcane and Ophelia's own very-obviously arcane blade that was half of their team suddenly struggling to inflict proper damage. She made an executive decision in that moment and withdrew the Moonborn Hunter's bell, giving it a quick and decisive ring. 

They were here to collect information, and the Moonborn Hunter had tremendous insights. If the fight were anything like the one with Paarl their ally would not be able to slaughter Arrayah and would simply help them work out what precisely it was they were dealing with. She wanted to do the [i]fighting[/i] herself, it was true, but this did not even count as a credible attempt in her mind: this was them utilising the advantages they had as immortals. Learn, adapt, overcome--a little flame flickered in Ophelia at the idea of overcoming this obstacle in particular. Not just for the fabulous reward, for the sense of completion and wholeness, but to murder with her own hands the first being that had forced her to submit to death. To cut herself off from her guiding moonlight even to perceive her... these things pricked at a sense of hubris that had ebbed and flowed within her on this long night. In this moment, she chose to draw upon it and its well of resolve, to choose efficiency and foresight over the gurgling and churning fire lurking within her blood.