[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    bared his teeth as his strike did practically nothing to Arrayah, even as he reminded himself that every successful strike was a blow against her vitality. As a natural follow up to his strike, Farren whipped the extended glaive back towards him and let it lock back into its base state. As the inertia tapered off, Farren slipped one hand from the shaft of his Beastflayer. His left hand darted down to his belt even as he began to just barely hear the sound of something else just beneath the incessant wailing of Arrayah. Recognizing the sound, Farren actually felt one corner of his lips twitch upwards, but he didn’t pause his movement, he grabbed his hunter’s pistol where it’d hung at his hip and he rapidly began to unload the quicksilver bullet therein.

As he did so, Gerlinde slammed into Arrayah, fortunately grounding her and buying them precious moments in the process.

The moment he was able to fully extract the quicksilver bullet, Farren effortlessly dropped the pistol back onto its hook and inserted the quicksilver into the Horn of the Old Lords. At the same time he brought the Beastflayer’s length across his body from where he held it in his right hand, so the glaive’s blade hovered near the Horn.

Almost immediately, flames licked at the tip of Farren’s glaive, then burst alive into a vivid dance of heat and light–all the more startling in the vast darkness of the chamber. Turning his azure eyes upon Arrayah once more, Farren whipped forth the glaive once more, never having fully locked it, thus allowing it to extend back into a mid-range strike to sheer across Arrayah, this time in a mostly vertical lashing strike. It was meant to strike in a manner so as to deliver the most damage he could manage in a single strike. All the while, the entirety of the extendable section of the weapon burned with the imbued fervor of the Old Lords.

All the while, Gerlinde’s manic cackling served as the symphony to which they conducted their bloody dance.