[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    caught a glimpse of the Moonborn Hunter’s maneuver…the very tailend, and then an eruption of shadow and an expulsion of blood. [color=#007FFF][b]“Shit,”[/b][/color] Farren swore, turning his eyes back to the pillar and Arrayah’s massive, skittering, clambering form. He doubted her leaving the pillar would be any better for them than her staying perched upon it, but at least this way there was a chance for them to fight her.

The mixture of the cursed thing’s disturbing, nonsensical singsong…and the monotone of what must have been the presences of the Moonlight and Abyssal Blades respectively did not help matters. He tried to tune them out.

What he didn’t miss, though, was the opportunity that Arrayah’s attack presented him. With the shadow blade still sliding back into darkness, Farren drew the Piercing Rifle, sliding to a stop as he aimed, and then fired, his shot aimed at Arrayah’s head. He didn’t wait to see her reaction, just pushed back into motion and palmed a quicksilver bullet to reload the armament while keeping his gaze locked on her twisted form. If there was no immediate reprisal, Farren would finish reloading, holster the rifle, and draw a blood vial from his pouch, holding it in one hand as he continued to heft the Beastflayer in the other.