[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
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Ophelia's scintillating blade emerged from the ground and once more sent fingers of lightning crawling across Arrayah's flesh, but while Ophelia kept her sword embedded in the ground this time rather than retracting it immediately, it seemed that the electric sparks lasted only for half a second or so, and the projected blade seemed to dissipate of its own accord after about a second.
Farren transformed his Beastflayer and lashed at the monster's side, drawing another long, albeit shallow, wound across her side. Just as with the others, the wound did not appear to regenerate as rapidly as before and instead started to distend with some manner of unholy activity just beneath her skin.

Arrayah screamed, and screamed, and screamed, all while flailing rabidly with her arms, so lost in madness she barely even seemed to notice that both of her opponents were able to hit her from outside her range. But while she did so, her frenzied mutations also seemed to progress. A fifth and sixth arm abruptly burst out from her sides, each adorned with talons matching the other four. Her wide-open maw suddenly trembled, and her lower jaw cracked and split down the middle, turning what had once been something resembling a mammalian mouth into an opening that reminded more of the mouth of an insect, with the two halves of her jaw now acting as tooth-adorned mandibles.
And out of her back, right where Farren had hit her moments ago, a pair of long translucent insect-like wings emerged. They were narrow like those of a dragonfly and started flapping immediately and rapidly.

But then, just as it looked as though Arrayah was about to use her new wings to take to the air, they might just barely be able to make out another sound past their adversary's shrieks: laughter. Manic, eager laughter. Approaching swiftly.
From somewhere behind Ophelia, Gerlinde abruptly came [I]flying[/I] through the air, drawing an arc nearly five meters in the air. She was drenched in blood, her clothes were ruined and rendered almost entirely indecent, and she was holding a weird long, curved implement of some kind in either hand. Not blades; these things had no edge, with the only vaguely dangerous thing about them being the fact that they ended in a point.
She landed on top of Arrayah, and plunged both of her weapons into her quarry to impart the force of her own descent. One of the strange curved spears, if one could call it that, managed to pin one of Arrayah's new wings to her back, disabling this new mode of movement. The other just pierced deep into the monster's abdomen through the back.