[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    smiled to himself when he witnessed the Moonborn’s much more successful assault. Though he hoped they could withdraw the blade from the horrid beast’s flesh to continue using it, rather than leaving it embedded. Still, he didn’t spare much attention for that, nor did he do more than note the amount of times Torquil had struck with Fulmen. Seven times by his estimation. If Arrayah had not been as powerful as she was, Farren might have suggested his ally discharge the weapon. With things moving swiftly, he didn’t really have much time to communicate though and there were other things to attend. Internally though, he didn’t entirely agree with Ophelia’s estimation, feeling that getting so close to ten hits might be inadvisable. Then again…Torquil was rather hardy and Arrayah was a worthy foe, if nothing else. Thus, Farren accepted the risk. Besides, once all was said and done, even if the blast killed them…well, they could simply try again. Though, it would mean that Arrayah could adjust to the properties of the weapon, in one way or another.

[i]‘Enough thinking,’[/i] he thought silently with a note of amused irony, then he shifted his body weight, wheeled back the Beastflayer and swung the flame-wrapped weapon, unleashing it into its bladed-whip form again to strike from some distance, though from the side opposite the Moonborn Hunter and Torquil. If no reprisal came, he’d strike a second time, this time once his feet were fully planted as he slid to a stop, bracing himself. He’d use his entire body, generating more swing by twisting as he swung the weapon.

As he used it more, he began to get a better feel for the implement, his strikes growing more focused, targeting the smaller–seemingly more vulnerable–humanoid body of Arrayah, rather than her massive distorted human-centipedal section.