[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=darkred][B]Arrayah, the Black Blade[/B][/color][/h3]
The manic grin on Gerlinde's face widened slightly as she watched Arrayah darting through the air like that, only for the sheer force of her own momentum to make even minor corrections difficult enough that Farren's desperate roll was enough for him to avoid her grasping left hand. It was odd... Gerlinde, like Ophelia and Farren, had noticed Arrayah's abrupt and stark change in demeanor when she awakened the Profane Abyssal Blade. She had felt a giggle in her throat when she saw the mutant's bestial, rabid fury give way to a more human, fanatical madness. And though the Profane Abyssal Blade likely required a catalyst to activate its power, like all arcane implements, and that Arrayah might eventually run out of that catalyst, it seemed likely that she could have wiped them all out if she had just stayed on the column and attacked from out of reach.
But then Farren had shot her, and somehow that singular event seemed to have blown away what little rationality she had and made her act in blind rage again. She had also screamed something that the voices in her head had not translated, which probably meant... it was a name? Or just something in Pthumerian that did not have an equivalent in English, like a specific cultural curse? Not that it mattered all that much, of course; it was just Gerlinde grasping at straws to figure out ways she could possibly torment this wonderfully insane creature, since cutting it seemed to barely do anything. Yet for as sudden as her shift into pure aggression had been, she also saw how Arrayah, landing and coming to a sudden halt on the floor right next to Farren, shifted her demeanor once again, with the fiery rage in her eyes giving way to cold, calculating bloodthirst.

Regardless of Gerlinde's pondering, events continued to progress rapidly where Farren and Arrayah clashed. The abomination came to a halt and immediately turned toward the Hunter, which prompted him to fire another shot, intending to inflict another headshot even as she moved against him. The miracle did not repeat, sadly; trying to aim accurately with a weapon meant for mid-range against a monster at point-blank range was no easy feat. But while missing her head was easy, missing the entirety of her enormous frame at distance would be monumentally difficult, so the quicksilver bullet did burrow into her right shoulder.
More importantly, though, was the fact that Arrayah's left hand once more darted out and grasped... not for him, as it turned out, but for the thing he had just used against her. Before he could recover from the recoil of the shot enough to retract the weapon, let alone get back on his feet, Arrayah's huge, clawed fingers closed around the barrel of Farren's piercing rifle, and clenched so hard that he could hear the metal creak.
Maintaining her iron-grip on his firearm, Arrayah then swung her black spear at him like a glaive with both of her right arms, aiming a huge, sweeping horizontal slash at his thigh-level.