[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia watched as Arrayah dodged the blast of energy--expected, really, given how small a target she was trying to hit--and in the same motion unleashed another of the Profane Abyssal Blade's powers. She watched as Arrayah stabbed herself and shadow began to creep from her, and she quickstepped a full five meters back as soon as she saw the encroaching darkness shooting out towards her. She couldn't help but notice how even the refulgent aura of her own holy blade did nothing to stay its advance, and even with a full movement back she [i]barely[/i] managed to escape the massive circle of shadow before a torrent of shadowy spears erupted from it and impaled everyone but her. She breathed a slight sigh of relief at having escaped it, but grimaced at the thought of what it would do to the others given Torquil's earlier description of what being impaled by the shadowy blades before.

"Snakey?" Ophelia called out, figuring Gerlinde would understand but Arrayah wouldn't, and seeing as the three were all clumped together it seemed like there would be no better time to use that concentrated burst of healing. Ophelia noticed Farren recover separately and move outwards, beginning to circle his way towards her general direction, and she suddenly got to thinking: Farren had the hourglass of sand that could halt time briefly, didn't he? Knowing that the transformation would be instant if she managed to find an opportune moment, that they could effectively end this fight immediately and complete their goal... Ophelia beckoned Farren towards her with her free hand, though kept most of her attention on Arrayah to be ready to avoid an attack. If Farren got close enough that they could whisper, Ophelia would say the following:

"Give me the hourglass, love? I can end this if an opportunity arises." 

Knowing Gerlinde--and to a lesser extent the Moonborn--Ophelia was quite certain that even being impaled would not stop them from attacking. Ophelia hoped the constant aggression would keep enough of Arrayah's attention that this little exchange could be kept secret from her, but reckoned there wasn't enough information for a mad beast like Arrayah to act on her burgeoning plans... though she wasn't sure about the Profane blade, and what it surely whispered to Arrayah.