[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
[h3][color=darkred][B]Arrayah, the Black Blade[/B][/color][/h3]
Torquil blinked and swallowed nervously after seeing Ophelia look at him, nod her head downward, then turn around and nod her head upward in the direction of their adversary. He also tried to lick his lips, only to be reminded that his tongue was no longer his tongue and his lips were no longer his lips. In all the excitement, he had actually almost managed to forget that his face had been replaced with some monstrous visage.
The specifics of what other implications might be included in the gesture aside, the core meaning definitely seemed to be for him to attack Arrayah... which seemed like a really bad idea. If he walked just a few steps forward all of them would be in range of her big attack, and she would be able to cripple all of them in one fell swoop all over again. Ophelia and Farren kept their distance, staying at a range where Torquil estimated they would be able to quickstep away and avoid getting hit, but if he went up to Arrayah to attack her? There would be no escape unless he learned to fly. So what was Ophelia's plan? Because surely she had thought of something he had not; she was smart, much smarter than him, so she must have thought of something. A small voice in the back of his head suggested that she might be using him as bait, but he immediately dismissed that notion, certain that she and Farren would never do something like that to him.
Loathe though he was to risk getting skewered again, Torquil nevertheless had faith that his companions knew best and did as he was told. Brandishing his Hunter's axe and, after a second's consideration and recalling his conclusion that the projected spears were arcane, the Loch Shield as well, Torquil rushed in to join the assault.

All the while Arrayah just stood there, holding up Gerlinde's exposed, disarmed and mutilated body to her eyes, slowly working her claws in and out of the Huntress' leg as though she was giving her the world's most painful massage. She sank in her claws, rending flesh and shedding blood, and retracted them to let the wounds heal; sank in her claws to reopen the wounds, and loosened her grip. It only took a couple of seconds of this, as well as Gerlinde's body working to regrow practically all the flesh on her right arm, before her regeneration slowed to a crawl. As soon as it did Arrayah ceased playing with her claws, and her eyes shifted to check on Farren, Torquil and Ophelia.
Heaving a deep sigh – completely ignoring the Moonborn Hunter, who dismissed their chikage and instead summoned a Holy Blade to attack with, which proved just as ineffective – Arrayah simply swung her left arm in an arc and released her hold on Gerlinde. The half-dead Huntress was sent hurdling through the air before crashing to the floor a good twenty meters away in the direction opposite of the central column, toward the outer wall of the cavern.
Just as soon as she had discarded Gerlinde, Arrayah's attention instead turned to Torquil running straight at her with his axe poised to strike. Her stronger right arm swung Gerlinde's saw spear in a powerful horizontal chop, which Torquil managed to quickstep sideways to avoid... only for her left hand to dart in just as he was recovering from his first evasion, grab him by his left foot and lift him off the ground upside-down just as she had with Gerlinde a moment ago.
Torquil attempted to swing his axe at her even as he hang suspended, but barely had he extended his right arm for the attack before the saw spear came rushing back at him in Arrayah's right hand, ramming its serrated, pointed tip directly into his right shoulder. He screamed – a strange and inhuman sound with his altered voice, like a swarm of bees imitating a human cry of agony – as Arrayah twisted the blade. Still just standing there. Still with the Profane Abyssal Blade raised high above her.