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

As Ophelia began to run she scanned the immediate area in front of her very briefly, just to be sure it was free of obstacles (and it was), and turned her head to look over her shoulder to see what Arrayah was doing as she ran. She could see in her periphery and through the movement of long overcast shadows that Arrayah was moving all three of her arms in unison--which meant some manoeuvre with the Profane blade was guaranteed, and not likely to be the same attack she'd used last time but the first one she'd showed them--that with an almost uncanny sense of timing Ophelia quickstepped another full five meters to her north-east-east, very luckily managing to dodge the attack Arrayah intended to skewer her and continuing to run towards the clump of her allies--Farren in particular. His warning came too late, after she'd quickstepped, but she appreciated it nevertheless and shouted back to him:

"Sands! I need them!" she shouted back, specific enough for him to meet her request but vague enough that even if the twin blades were to translate her speech into Pthumerian that Arrayah could comprehend it, the plan would not be obvious to her. There was much more she wanted to say to Farren in that moment, of course, a swath of words summoned by her mind ready to spill out of her mouth if not for the dire urgency of their situation and need for that breath to be spent [i]not[/i] being skewered by horrific shadow blades--but she refrained and let that be enough. Arrayah was getting desperate, and that was [i]perfect[/i]--she just needed a brief enough opening to steal away the sword and deny Arrayah her most effective weapon. After that... she would be nothing, no match at all for five Hunters, renewed by Adelaide's energy or not.