[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=darkred][B]Arrayah, the Black Blade[/B][/color][/h3]
Nodding his head grimly, Torquil quickly used his left hand to retrieve the Hunter's axe from his hip and then awkwardly tried to fit Fulmen's handle into the same loop, though it quickly became apparent that the longer and more elaborate handle of the hammer made it significantly more cumbersome to store like that. Luckily the situation afforded him time to change his mind, and he instead tried copying what he had seen Farren and Gerlinde do before and called the Messengers to give Fulmen for safekeeping instead.
Once the prototype weapon was out of the way he quickly transformed axe, extending its telescoping handle and grasping it with both hands. He did not understand what was happening at all, but even he knew enough to realize that the battle not only was not over, but that the hardest part was yet to come.

The Moonborn Hunter and Gerlinde spread out to the right and left of their formation, respectively; both of them were experienced enough to conclude that staying in a tight grouping while up against a powerful opponent like this was potentially a bad idea. Neither of them made any further moves for the time being, however; at this distance, neither of them had any good means of attacking their adversary.

Still clinging to the side of the column, high up enough to be partially cast in natural shadows, the only parts they could all see clearly were Arrayah's glowing eyes, out of which only the single obscenely oversized eye was large enough for them to interpret where she was looking. She sat there without moving for another couple of seconds as her gaze left Ophelia and shifted to Farren, then to the Moonborn Hunter, then to Torquil and finally to Gerlinde. Her eye returned to stare at Ophelia again... and then shifted back to Torquil.
Arrayah let go of the Profane Abyssal Blade with her left hand, only to move it to her own chest and rake her claws across her own skin, shedding her own blood from wounds that regenerated as quickly as they were inflicted. Then her left hand returned to the handle of her newly awakened arcane spear... and somehow the darkness around her seemed to deepen slightly.
Then, quick as a viper, she thrust the spear into the column she was sitting on. Only, it did not [I]seem[/I] like she had actually plunged the weapon into something made of solid rock. There was no sound of impact and no sign of resistance; it almost seemed as though the blade and topmost third of the handle of the sword-staff pierced the stone effortlessly.

At precisely the same time as she did this, however, they all heard a cry of pain that immediately turned into a gurgle, accompanied by the sound of the carving of flesh. Looking toward the sound, Ophelia and Farren would find that Torquil was suddenly being held aloft with his feet dangling about half a meter over the floor, as a three meter long pure black blade seemed to have emerged from the floor immediately behind him, impaling him through the back and and chest.
Half a second later this giant blade withdrew back into the floor from whence it came, which coincided perfectly with Arrayah pulling her weapon from the column, which notably did not seem to leave any mark in the stone. Torquil collapsed onto the floor, coughing violently and bleeding profusely.