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

Watching Torquil fan out and keep his distance, Ophelia was very impressed at what Torquil must've realised--and equally crestfallen that his plan completely inadvertently invalidated hers. [i]No matter[/i], she resolved, [i]there are other ways[/i]. She observed the Moonborn's assault failing to be effective at all and found herself thinking that this must be an arcane projection of their guide and keeper--they seemed not to observe the rules that one had to be in a single place at a time, with the ordeal of the Winter Lantern and the Doll's lapse of consciousness... and Arrayah's resistance to the arcane seemed to still be present. Ophelia couldn't fathom another reason why the Moonborn's attacks would be so ineffective-looking given that when Farren had handed them one of his weapons they seemed to be inflicting significantly more damage.

Ophelia cursed her own lack of desire to use any other weapon for a moment, and felt some strange pull towards the weapon that the Moonborn was currently using. She could swear she'd seen a copy--a physical one--in the Workshop. She would have to pick one up ere they succeeded, though perhaps the moment of opportunity would be over then once she had the fully awakened blade... still, it couldn't hurt to have options... as well as get a good lesson on this gun-parrying technique that she felt like she'd dismally failed at. Ophelia stopped her charge towards Arrayah, safely in range of her larger attack but about 6 meters away from Arrayah, beckoning Torquil in with a nod of her head (he often deferred to her but sometimes didn't: she would be prepared either way--and would understand him not, given how awful he'd described being hit by the blades was) while she prepared herself to dodge and somewhat recover her waning stamina as she did. If Farren looked to her she'd beckon him towards the amassing group too--the timing would be difficult, but as soon as Arrayah brought the blade down into a reachable position she would execute her plan of stopping time and claiming the united blade for herself. Otherwise, it was simply a game of continuing to get lucky and maintaining constant vigilance and tension.