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

Ophelia observed the battle proceeding apace, having picked up by now that it was indeed specifically the Arcane that Arrayah seemed to have a resistance to. She was mostly useless--even if she just used her blade as a physical weapon, it would be like hitting a giant with a butter knife. None of the other weapons she'd stowed with the little ones--the Rosmarinus and Kos Parasite--seemed like they would do anything either, primarily being of the Arcane variety as they were. Farren had definitely picked up on it too, having handed the Shopkeeper a physical weapon rather than one of their own effigial weapons which seemed to be fundamentally Arcane too (based on how little damage it did to Arrayah compared to the Beastflayer). The blood gem Gerlinde had worked into her weapon rendered it much less effective too--and even the flames from her Horn of the Old Lords seemed to be infused with that energy.

Torquil was doing very well, though, she could tell: taking good opportunistic hits when he could, building charge within Fulmen. 5 hits so far. 10 was the absolute maximum--she reckoned he should probably unleash it around 8. Maybe 9... get some real testing in. Ophelia was not under the impression that Arrayah was truly injured yet, more... surprised by the ferocity of the assault, given how easily she must slaughter most of her prey. How easily she slaughtered them all the last time they were here. The distance gave Ophelia some reprieve from the smell, too, and while she stared and pondered intently she only retched once or twice as a particularly pungent waft of sickening aroma flowed over her.

"Four more hits, Torquil, I'll tell you when to discharge! She seems resistant to the Arcane specifically!" She called out, beginning to circle around Arrayah while keeping her distance relatively the same (or perhaps increasing how far away from their foe she was a little) to give herself plenty of berth to avoid Arrayah's attacks. She was [i]frighteningly[/i] quick, based on the two real attacks they'd seen so far, and distance really was the best chance of actually avoiding anything. The next time they were here she'd need a physical weapon--and preferably one that had some decent range to it. Perhaps Farren and the Shopkeeper could advise her of something when they returned to the Dream. She withdrew a blood vial and kept it in her hand, ready to dash in and administer it to one of her allies if they should need it. She could at least watch out for them that way.