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

As Torquil heeded her beckoning Ophelia prepared herself to join the fray too. It seemed the Moonborn's attacks were still ineffective even as they switched weapons--which caused Ophelia to wonder precisely how conscious and aware these aspects of their guide truly were. If they had the memories of being summoned only moments ago it would be clear that regular weapons would be the only ones that truly worked, and yet they simply continued their futile assault. With Gerlinde out of the picture--regrettable, but she personally truly could not have done anything to save Gerlinde without risking their whole mission--they needed enough real threats (or prizes in Ophelia's case) for Arrayah to actually use the profane blade she was dangling quite firmly out of reach. Ophelia had enough time to recover a little stamina, and hadn't been feeling too tired in any case, but she had seen that Farren's breaths were faster than normal and he was much more wilful than Torquil, less liable to make a decision without questioning and hesitation.

"Farren, Paarl's blood! We need you!" she called out as she began to move in, figuring that if anyone could pose enough of a threat to Arrayah and force her to use one of the profane blade's arcane attacks it would be Farren. Moving the blade ever-so-slightly in reach was all that she needed for this to be over. Surely its intelligence--equal and maybe opposite to her own blade's--was guiding Arrayah just as it would guide her if she asked. The enhancing effect of the darkbeast's blood would give Farren all the manoeuvrability he needed to force Arrayah's hand, and perhaps his whip-like weapon could be used to lasso the thin arm raising it above them in some capacity and drag it down? She didn't really know--she just knew he needed to do something now if they weren't to throw all of this away.

As she approached Arrayah she braced herself to quickstep again, though found that Arrayah preferred to target Torquil: her heart soared as he dodged the first attack, only to be grabbed and dangled and impaled by Gerlinde's weapon shortly thereafter. She recalled that others had said giving the Moonborn commands was foolish and that they didn't listen, and so she didn't waste time trying, and her arcane blasts barely caused Arrayah to flinch and would be ineffective... she was running out of options to meaningfully spare Torquil the pain and perhaps acquire a weapon for the Moonborn to use in one fell swoop. 

"Arrayah!" she called out as she swerved to the right, the opposite direction Torquil was currently being held in, hoping to attract enough of the beast's attention for her to drop Torquil and recognise the nearing prize of the Holy Moonlight Sword and the impending threat of Farren (if he indeed joined the fray). She hoped it would be enough, that he would listen, and that the very real sense of victory slipping away from their grasp would be enough for Arrayah to get reckless and stupid. She would continue to strafe around Arrayah in an arc, ready to quickstep and dodge any attempts to go for her, such that any attempts for Arrayah to switch focus would require her to free Torquil (or at least force her to use her arm holding the weapon for another purpose, such that Torquil could use his axe on her).