[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=darkred][B]Arrayah, the Black Blade[/B][/color][/h3]
No one present in the cavern, not even Farren himself and certainly not Arrayah, would likely ever be able to understand exactly what happened when the azure-eyed Hunter turned his piercing rifle against his monstrous prey. Her head was only a little bigger than a typical human head, not only moving, but jerking around semi-erratically, peeking out from behind full cover, probably as much as twenty meters away, during an instant when he had no time to take aim; it should have been incredibly difficult to hit her at all, and almost impossible to fulfill his goal of hitting her largest eye. But whether it was through divine inspiration, the Cosmos itself bending itself into pretzels to ensure a certain outcome or just Farren discovering himself to be a secret marksman-savant, the quicksilver bullet left the barrel of his gun and zipped directly at the target. Bizarrely, someone with sufficiently superhuman reflexes to perceive bullets in flight – like Hunters – might swear that the trajectory of the bullet even seemed to curve as if to move around the column, and even seemed to an extent to home in on its target.
But no matter the circumstances, the little bead of blood-infused mercury somehow really did hit Arrayah directly in the eye, puncturing it. Not only that, but the special properties of the piercing rifle even bestowed the bullet with near-arcane powers of penetration, and so it continued through the eye and further into the head, through the brain and out the back of her skull. The singsong died on the abomination's lips as she recoiled, utterly discombobulated, and the translating voices in their heads fell silent.

Yet miraculous shot or not, it was still just a little piece of quicksilver whose potency came from Farren's bloodtinge; a bloodtinge that was only average for a Hunter and which had never been empowered. Its corrosive effects were weak, and within a second – long enough for Farren to reload and Ophelia to ring her Moonborn Bell – Arrayah had fully regenerated. And as soon as her eye had reinflated, it instantly became fixed on Farren.
She moved forward just several meters, coming back onto their side of the column, but her attention remained entirely on Farren. And then... saying that Arrayah “jumped” or “leapt” would be misleading, as those terms traditionally entail an initial upward-component to the movement. Rather than anything like that, the maneuver their adversary seemed to perform was more like [I]shot[/I]; she launched herself off the side of the column like a missile, darting through the air incredibly fast, the Profane Abyssal Blade held in her two right hands and her clawed left hand extended toward Farren.

And so, while Gerlinde turned around and started running back toward where everyone else were; while Torquil reflexively raised his Loch Shield to protect himself and poised his axe to counterattack; while the Moonborn Hunter started emerging from the floor next to Ophelia... while all of this was happening, Arrayah let out a horrible, blood-curdling shrieked word that, though meaningless to the Hunters, did not appear to prompt the voices in their heads to translate.
“[I]RICCAS![/I]”