[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=red]Arrayah, the Profane[/color][/h3]
Arrayah straightened her hind body back out into its neutral position behind her after smashing Torquil, Gerlinde and Farren into the wall, but kept pressing her three front arms into the wall to try to push herself backward. With some groaning and cracking of stone, the abomination pulled herself from the wall – an imprint of her body and head left smashed into the rock itself – and she turned her head to the right, toward the Hunters. All of her eyes were moving, rolling around wildly without looking at anything in particular; even the big, glowing eye that had previously focused on Farren seemed to have resumed erratically shifting everywhere. But over the course of a couple of seconds that chaotic shifting was interrupted only four times: once when the big eye paused to stare at Torquil, then once at Gerlinde, then Farren, only for the eye to finally cease its rolling and concentrate its attention at Ophelia.

Torquil was both the one closest to Arrayah, the one least injured by her strange attack and the first one to recover, so by the time their enemy had identified all of its attackers he was already back at her “hip” and slamming her with Fulmen again. As he struck this time there was a small pulse of electric sparks at the point of impact, and as the hammer was pulled back there briefly was a faint scorch-mark on the flesh before it regenerated.
He was just winding up for another strike when Arrayah's thinner right arm swung down and out to her side and effectively backhanded Torquil across the face with a fist that was slightly bigger than his head. The sheer force of the blow sent him reeling and staggering several meters away, but he was quite surprised to find that the pain and damage did not seem quite as bad as he would have expected from being hit that hard.

About at that time Gerlinde – looking over and seeing Farren use a blood vial – also used one on herself, and decided to hand over her Horn of the Old Lords to Farren for the moment. As soon as she had done that she retreated to a distance, but looked back to see Farren wreathe the head of his threaded glaive in flame before transforming it and lashing at Arrayah. Just like the true Blade of Mercy, the beastflayer seemed to cut Arrayah's hide and flesh with little issue, on top of which the flames, even at a brief contact, seemed to surprisingly also leave the surface singed before it regenerated.
Nodding to herself, Gerlinde glanced down at the bluish-white flames surrounding her own arcane-infused threaded cane and smiled, happy to have confirmed her suspicion: these flames were not truly “fire” so much as they were a flame-like manifestation of the arcane. The red flames that now burned on Farren's weapon were real fire, and seemed capable of hurting their target. It was still enormously inconvenient that her primary weapon was rendered mostly useless against this opponent as long as the arcane blood gem was embedded in it, but at least it brought her a little closer to understanding.

While Ophelia rang the Moonborn Bell and the Moonborn Hunter ascended from the floor, Arrayah dislodged the Profane Abyssal Sword and the claws of her left hand from the wall, fully freeing herself as she turned around. And for just a couple of seconds Arrayah seemed to just stare at Ophelia as if in a daze, while her deformed maw awkwardly uttered: “O-phe-li-a...”
The Moonborn seized this chance to rush in and initiate their own assault. As they ran a bluish flash announced their summoning of a weapon, which this time turned out to be a whirligig saw, the saw-blade of which started revving a couple of steps before they reached their target. They swung the bizarre polearm in a huge vertical arc from above and down into Arrayah's chest and stomach. But similarly to how Farren had found that his Effigial Blade of Mercy struggled to cut the beast, the Moonborn's spinning saw-blade seemed to mostly deflect and skip over the exterior of her skin, doing very little damage.
Arrayah struck out vengefully with her sword, clearly aiming to behead the Moonborn, but they quickstepped backward and away just in time to evade the attack. They cocked their head and dismissed the whirligig saw.