[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    startled even himself as her largest, glowing orb sputtered out in a gush of blood and bodily fluids, his own azure eyes widening in the dark as he swiftly reloaded his implement and–oh fuck.

Arrayah launched herself in a lunge that carried such force that she hurtled through the air more like a bullet than a massive, human-centipede monstrosity. Farren wasn’t in a position to properly quickstep, so it was more of a roll into a sideways dive that he performed in an attempt to get himself out of the way. The whole scenario was so sudden that he didn’t have the time nor wits about him to think more than one, simple things: [i]‘I HAVE HER ATTENTION’[/i]. It was less an observation than it was a screaming recognition of the shift in circumstances that he had experienced in the space of barely a couple seconds.

If he did manage his maneuver, he’d swiftly roll from stomach onto his back, aim, and attempt to fire on Arrayah’s head once more, but only once she had either turned toward him or come to rest–whichever came first. Should he manage that, well, Farren wouldn’t try to reload, he’d simply hurry to get himself on his feet again, if he had even the chance for that.