[h3]Pthumeru Yharnam layer, the Old Labyrinth[/h3]
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The rabid creature that had once been the proud Arrayah, the Black Blade of Yharnam, continued to fill the air with her screams as the Hunters around her kept up their relentless assault. Yet another projected blade emerged from the shadows beneath her form, conjured forth by Ophelia to send another bolt of lightning through the monster's body. Farren brandished the Horn of the Old Lords he had borrowed from Gerlinde and wreathed his Beastflayer in flame, only to lash it at her and inflict yet more cuts and burns to her form.
And all the while Arrayah's body kept rippling, bulging and twisting, quickly erasing all semblance to the being she had once been. More and more eyes kept opening all over her sundered body, dozens of them in all shapes and sizes, and another two sets of arms ending in clawed hands emerged from her body.

Gerlinde kept laughing as she held on for her dear life on top of her frenzied opponent, not moving nor letting go even as two of Arrayah's clawed hands slashed at her, cleaving her flesh and spilling her blood once more... wounds which, quite notably, did not appear to regenerate. After Ophelia's projected blade had vanished again, however, Gerlinde did relinquish her hold on the crooked spike she had driven through the abomination's newly formed wings, leaving it in her flesh while she rummaged for just a heartbeat for something at the small of her back, tangled in the bloody and tattered remains of her skirt. Finally she retrieved an item from there the likes of which Ophelia had likely never seen before, but with which there was a small chance Farren was familiar: a cylindrical metal canister adorned with three sharp spikes, one of which was twice as long as the others. A rare and devastating weapon filled with gunpowder, the kind of which the White Healing Church tended to reject: a [url=https://bloodborne.wiki.fextralife.com/file/Bloodborne/delayed_molotov.jpg]grenade[/url]. 
Pausing her laugh for just long enough to pull a piece of string attached to the device with her teeth, Gerlinde then pulled the spike-like weapon she was still holding on to out of Arrayah and scrambled up to her head. The grenade was giving off sparks at this point as though from a lit fuse, and continued to do so even as the Huntress slammed it down into the nape of the monster, hooking its spikes in flesh.
One of Arrayah's hands slammed into Gerlinde's back, driving its claws into and through the woman's chest and abdomen, but even so Gerlinde kept wearing a triumphant, open-mouthed smile. A second later the sparking at the monster's head ceased, and suddenly Arrayah's deafening screams were silenced by the booming explosion that filled the air, enveloping the top part of Arrayah – her head and Gerlinde's impaled form alike – in a cloud of flame and shrapnel.

Arrayah dropped to the ground, her arms splayed out around her and twitching awkwardly. It seemed that Gerlinde had disappeared, likely killed by her own explosion, and their prey had been severely wounded. She was stunned, but not dead; not yet. Her momentarily inert body kept writhing, continuously mutating even now, and her wounds still regenerated... though they did so much, much more slowly now. Based on what they had seen so far, it would not be hard to determine that she had expended her regenerative potential and was down to the last flickering embers of vitality.

About ten meters away the Shopkeeper stood back up, finally recovered from the grievous wounds they had been dealt. They started sprinting toward Arrayah, right hand already poised for the visceral attack to finish her off... though Farren and Ophelia were both closer and could easily finish the fight before then.