[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    watched with muted satisfaction as his weapon scored its blow, burning and shearing away at flesh that knit itself back and mended in moments. That was to be expected, though the azure-eyed hunter even as he winced at the sight of Torquil’s tumble and the Moonborn’s evisceration. ‘Grisly,’ the thought struck him briefly, but he had no time to focus on that because the damned abomination turned and began to charge his way.

Farren’s eyes narrowed and he snapped the glaive back into its resting state, hoisting it into its sheath with one hand as he drew one of his blunderbusses, and then the other a mere instant after. Rather than dodge immediately, Farren gauged the distance, recalling when Arrayah had staggered previously. So, Farren briefly estimated the last moment he’d be able to avoid. When it came, he fired both blunderbusses and then entered a quickstep to the side opposite where Arrayah wielded her blade.