[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=darkred][B]Arrayah, the Black Blade[/B][/color][/h3]
Torquil groaned in the breaks between his coughs, trying his best to endure the bizarre mix of sensations – each agonizing in its own way – that was the severe damage he had just taken, the feeling of his sundered lungs filling with fluid, and of his flesh and organs rapidly knitting themselves back together. He could tell that repairing a wound this severe was draining his strength a great deal and was grateful to find that Ophelia had more initiative than himself and injected him with a blood vial to replenish it.
At this point Torquil had suffered quite a few different wounds during this single unbelievably traumatic night, up to and including being outright killed several times. While this was hardly made for what one might call a pleasant experience, he also found that the more he got hurt, the more he started recognizing the feeling of different kinds of damage. He had been cut and stabbed before, but the blade that had just impaled him felt different... in fact, thinking back, the last wound he had taken that felt anything like it was when he had been stabbed by the white apparition in the Hunter's Dream.
“The blade coming out of the floor...” he told Ophelia breathlessly while he struggled to rise from his knees and his wounds finished regenerating, “It's... not normal. Felt like the ghost's dagger, but stronger.” He had no idea what to make of that observation, but he hoped it would somehow be useful to Ophelia. Then he picked his axe back up and set off in a jog, following Farren's example and heading straight for the central column.

The Moonborn Hunter also charged straight at the column while Gerlinde ran straight to the left, moving clockwise around the circular cavern while remaining roughly equidistant to the middle. And throughout it all Arrayah just sat on her high perch, seemingly not doing anything while her glowing eyes shifted from one person to the next, watching the Hunters.
Only when the Moonborn Hunter and Farren had both made it nearly all the way to her column, now brightly lit by the torches mounted at its base and casting long, black shadows across the chamber, did the monster move again, though her movement was not to repeat her strange ranged attack. Rather she started skittering across the column again, quickly switching to a different furrow into its surface and using it to corkscrew her way clockwise back down toward the floor.
“Twinkle, twinkle,” the dual voices inside everyone's heads translated Arrayah's foreign language, but while the translation was delivered in deadpan, they would all be able to hear that the original words were in singsong. “Pretty, pretty moonlight. So clean, so sweet. Twinkly, twinkly twinkle.”

As Arrayah's movements along the helix-pattern took her to the opposite side of the column the Moonborn stopped, turned to their right and extended their left arm. There was a familiar bluish flash as their arm abruptly dropped several centimeters under the sheer weight of what had just materialized on it: [url=https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/cannon.jpg]a literal arm-mounted cannon[/url]. They turned to their right and aimed the massive firearm to approximately where Arrayah's trajectory would have her reappear, ready to fire...
Only, rather than moving at a continuous pace, Arrayah paused just as her head peeked around the curve of the column, and her eyes all instantly homed in on the Moonborn. And before they, nor anyone else, could do anything, another oversized three-meter black blade emerged from the Moonborn's right and, just as it had with Torquil before, impaled them so severely that they were lifted off the floor.
Thus impaled, the Moonborn Hunter seemed to spasm for just a second... and then fade away, the same as when any of the other Paleblood Hunters were killed, taking Farren's Bulwark with them.
The black blade retreated back into the floor, and Arrayah continued her spiraling descent toward the floor.
“Twinkle, twinkle... pretty, pretty moonlight.”