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

As Farren passed her and handed off the hourglass, Ophelia clutched it with her free hand and adjusted her course to run towards Torquil and the Moonborn instead. Clumping everyone up left them vulnerable to the more powerful of Arrayah's attacks, of course, but Ophelia figured that such a move would be Arrayah's last: she'd bring the blade down into reach and when her next moment of awareness came it would be gone. Well... she thought so, at least: none of them had ever used the sands before. She wondered what it would feel like, what it would look like: but the sands were in plentiful supply, it seemed, as nothing had indicated that she could no longer purchase them from the shop. There would be time aplenty for tests when she bore the completed blade and Arrayah was nothing but a memory.

Ophelia would continue to run with them if they ran towards Arrayah and caught up as she approached--which was almost certain in her mind as she did--and she would wait for the perfect opportunity. Bringing her half to Arrayah was the perfect bait, one she figured Arrayah was too crazed and enraged to pass up. She could not predict how events would unfold by joining the others in the fray, but bringing the blades close and offering Arrayah a tantalising opportunity seemed to have such a potential reward that she was determined to take it. If not... well, everyone would be close by. Killing her would not be difficult if things went truly awry, though she felt a creeping sense of anticipation beginning to build in her as she approached and her prize neared her grasp. Perhaps for the first time ever, she felt truly alive--and knew why it was that Hunters existed, and why so many lost themselves to the Old Blood.