[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    heard it before he saw it. The sound of something piercing wind, parting it with fierce violence as it traveled down towards him. Farren didn’t tilt his head upwards to look, he turned it sideways instead–a smaller, faster motion–and caught sight of the descending point of the Profane Blade. His leading foot came down against the stone, heel sliding at a slight angle as he began a pivot, then Farren twisted his body counter-clockwise as he initiated a second quickstep. This put his back facing away from Arrayah as he darted backwards in a blur of motion, stopping after 2.5 meters, having tightened the motion so he didn’t overshoot. Still facing the monstrous wielder of the Profane Abyssal Blade, During the brief quickstep, Farren’s right arm had pulled across his body, the tip of the Beastflayer’s glaive pointing behind him and down, past his left side, the shaft at roughly a 45 degree angle. He pulled in a deep breath as he came to a momentary stop, azure-eyes flashing in the murk, and then reversed the motion, gripping as far down the weapon as he could as he activated the mechanism mid-swing.

The Old Blood surged in his arteries and veins, pumping potency into his muscles, and he unleashed an upwards vertical slash as the weapon extended, whipping the glaive-tip forth to sheer at Arrayah’s hand where her fingers gripped the shaft of the Abyssal Blade. The stroke would travel along roughly the same angle as the descent of the spear, putting it parallel to it. With any luck the heavy strike would weaken Arrayah’s hold on the weapon.