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

Ophelia observed the goings-on with keen interest, noting that her passivity had caused Arrayah's eyes to not glow and focus on her or Gerlinde (who had kneeled down to do something with the little ones--handing off her modified cane). She wondered if either of them began to attack Arrayah, would it cause the eyes to focus on them too? Could the focus be removed somehow? She had many and more questions about how a thing like Arrayah might make decisions, but also how her blessed blade's counterpart did too. Mad as she was, and deeply obsessed, she would no doubt listen to the whispers and follow them... but her blade was full of wrath. Perhaps it was telling her who to strike down? Perhaps that was the glow and the focus at work.

Ophelia judged Torquil the more wounded of the two, and began sprinting towards him as he was picked up (and thus simply towards Arrayah) before veering off in the direction he was to be thrown as soon as she could intuit it. She had a blood vial at the ready and would use it on him if he seemed injured upon arrival. She also wanted to see if any other eyes might focus upon her once she presented as participating in the fight again, or if the focused eyes happened to catch sight of her blade.

"Fulmen hit the ground, so add one to your count." she whispered to him, too, making sure he factored that in. Fulmen did not care about [i]what[/i] it hit to build charge, only that it did--and what it had done to the ground made Ophelia quite sure that letting it get to ten charges would be catastrophically bad. Not quite Paarl-bad, she supposed, but even his most minor electric shocks were things she could still feel sing in her nerves. She did not want to experience anything more potent.