[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    winced as Torquil was backhanded, though the man appeared to recover quickly. Glancing over as the Horn of Old Lords was nudged against his arm following his attack, Farren nodded once, whipped the Beastflayer back into its polearm form and then accepted the Horn with one hand and found a place to hook it at his hip.

He didn’t really have much time to consider Gerlinde’s gesture before the distinct sound of the Moonborn Bell rang out. Farren’s gaze whipped to its origin: Ophelia. He grimaced, set his jaw, and reeled back the Beastflayer with both hands and lashed out at the beast again as he watched the Moonborn Hunter carry out his assault.

Much like the other arcane implements they’d attempted, it seemed that the Shopkeeper’s effigial weapons had a drastically reduced effect against their foe.

Farren moved–before the Moonburn Hunter was almost struck, running laterally and backwards as he retracted his weapon into its glaive form again. He was moving towards a spot about halfway between Ophelia’s position and the Moonburn Hunter’s position where the Host of the Hunter’s Dream was attempting his assault with an effigial Whirligig Saw. Farren watched as the hunter withdrew and was nearly struck, quickstepping at the last moment to avoid the blow. Damn if they weren’t fast he didn’t know what was.

The moment Lhirin knew where the Moonborn Hunter’s new position outside of Arrayah’s range was, he quickstepped to cover the remaining distance. Mid-quickstep Farren drew Bulwark with his left hand and as he arrived at the Shopkeeper’s side he offered him the implement. It was one he could do without if the Shopkeeper died and took it with him as part of that process.

Once the Moonborn Hunter hopefully accepted the weapon, Farren sped back into motion, circling around Arrayah so he could approach from a new angle, forcing her to split her attention.