[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    managed the shot--though not where he'd have preferred--and to at least rise to his feet, but Arrayah’s grip on his Piercing Rifle–coupled with the sound of splintering wood and metal warping under stress was rough on his senses. He got the sense that even before his transformation, it would have bothered him, but with his hearing and tactile senses now significantly enhanced it was a terrible thing. In fact, some distant detached part of him observed, it was almost like she had crushed his own wrist…or perhaps a precious, if silent and inexpressive companion.

Incidentally, Farren did not much like being deprived of friends, faculties, nor precious implements, and so his reaction was not to simply remain in place as her fingers fully tightened, it was to immediately release his grip, pivot  grip the Beastflayer and then surge forth into a quickstep, which after a single foot, transitioned immediately into a brief leap. Farren didn’t jump [i]at[/i] Arrayah so much as he jumped onto the wrist holding his ruined rifle, before erupting into a quickstep along the path of her stationary arm. Only some small part of his awareness noted the whoosh of air from his left (where Arrayah’s swing had begun) and noted the lightswallowing motion of [i]something[/i] as it moved in a deadly horizontal arc.

If it were to strike him–it would not, not in his new position–it likely would have cleaved him in half…or perhaps just disabled his legs by handily removing everything from the thigh down. Fortunately, the hand gripping his rifle was significantly above that trajectory, and better still, her shoulder and head were higher still.

Farren’s resulting actions were as such. A flare of movement up her massive, malformed limb as he made his own attack. Rather than attempt to cleave her head in twain, Farren released the mechanism of the Beastflayer, swung it forward with precision, extending it out in a whipping motion towards the left side of her head as he moved. It would miss unless her head moved into its path, but as Farren’s quickstep took him forward and his momentum dragged the weapon’s linked blades along with it, Farren would pull it in a jerky motion back towards him, and unless she stopped him, one of his whip-glaive’s bladed sections nearest the shaft would hook against the side of Arrayah’s head.

Farren’s trajectory would take him directly past the right side (from his perspective) of Arrayah’s head, onto her shoulder, and then over her twisted body as he kept moving, and with every additional step after his blade had caught on her flesh, his forwards sprint would drag the Beastflayer’s extended blades from temple, across her face, and along the other side of her head in a prolonged–if swift–vicious laceration.

When Farren began to grow too near the many arms upon the centipedal portion of her beastial form, he’d push off her body in a jump to his left, aimed just past her body towards the ground.