[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    wobbled briefly, then ended up falling from the perch of her arm, much narrower than he’d processed in the flash of a moment in which he’d made his decision. A shame, but he recovered before his feet touched the stony floor. By the time they had, he’d reassessed, noting the marginal slowing of Arrayah’s swing, at which point his body tensed and then immediately released that coiled power in a backwards quickstep. He let his weapon extend in a swing during the quickstep, aiming for the space across Arrayah’s shoulders and collarbone. Farren kept himself primed for additional movement, not sure precisely how Arrayah would respond to his retreating attack, or Ophelia’s shots at her.