[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    had readied himself perhaps for a leaping strike, a thunderous descent followed perhaps by a shockwave or even some hellish release of grasping, tearing shadows, but instead…Arrayah simply remained where she was.

Unsure if she would remain, but having a sense he might need some range, Farren took to one knee as he noted Torquil doing much the same. He murmured to the Messengers and they soon came. He handed off one of his blunderbusses–the one he’d been wearing at his back and retrieved the Piercing Rifle, swiftly loading it with a quicksilver bullet as he kept his eyes on Arrayah.

Then, just as he was going to put the rifle in the sling at his back, it happened: Arrayah moved. He watched as she drew the spear across her own flesh before thrusting it into the spire she was clinging to. Yet, there was no sound of blade upon stone, no grating noise, no spark of contact, no resistance or recoil in her body--though he could barely see her silhouette. For a moment, Farren thought he was simply missing something, and he was, but he could not have been more wrong about what it may have been.

A harsh cry of pain that cut off into the terrible noise of pooling blood, breathless, wet gurgling, and pained groans hit his ears and Farren’s azure eyes shifted in their direction. His eyes widened and he felt his gorge rise before it stuck and became less a reaction of disgust and more one of horrific realization. That bile which had risen in his throat, burning, became a rough knot of tension.

[color=#007FFF][b]“Fuck,”[/b][/color] the word came out rough and especially crude. Farren swiftly switched tact, holstering the Beastflayer at his back as he kept the Piercing rifle in hand. He didn’t take sights and fire though, there would be no point, he’d have to wait for an opportunity, but in this case…waiting did not mean standing still. [color=#007FFF][b]“Move!”[/b][/color] he yelled out to the others as he darted forwards, not in a quickstep, but in a continuous mid-speed run almost towards the spire at a slight leftwards diagonal. As he moved, his faintly luminescent eyes locked on Arrayah, searching for any sign of movement.

The moment he saw her moving--perhaps drawing the blade across her body, he wasn't certain due to the murk--before she began to thrust, he’d aim and fire, hoping that perhaps a well placed shot in that one large glowing eye might serve to interrupt her similar to how the blunderbusses had when she’d charged.