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

Ophelia stopped running, figuring that if Arrayah moved to attack her she would leave herself open to Farren's empowered onslaught, and braced herself to enact the manoeuvre that had formed in her mind as soon as she'd thought of the queer hourglass he'd plucked from the shop and its ability to halt time for a few precious seconds. There was truly no point in her swinging her awakened blade at Arrayah, though that thought struck her and something resonated within her mind. Still clutching the hourglass she brought her hand to the top of the luminous blade and pulled it downwards, reverting it to its base form. If Arrayah perceived no ability for her to immediately fuse their weapons perhaps that would goad her into making the mistake that Ophelia needed.

"Get her blade in my reach!" she called out to Farren, though she kept a careful eye on Torquil too. She really had expected Arrayah to go for her rather than him, to seize the opportunity, but she had clearly underestimated Arrayah's intelligence... or the profane blade's. She would have time to feel guilty after they'd done what was necessary, however, and focused on being prepared to execute her plan. The moment Arrayah's half was in reach she'd use the hourglass, reawaken her blade, quickstep into position, and incant the words of power to combine them. The moment they disarmed Arrayah and Ophelia had a weapon she could finally use against this monstrosity the fight would be over, she was sure of it: even if they failed to kill her, they'd have gotten what they came for... and could return with runes better suited when they'd grown more powerful.