[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		  returned to a scene that—as he spoke his plan—rapidly invalidated what he’d just briefly gone to do. His azure eyes darkened slightly as his eyelids lowered. It was as if things were happening in slow motion for an instant as he heard the chiming of the bell, the laughter of Pallid…and then saw the beastman rise.

Farren started moving before he’d even realized what he was doing, the blood burning in his veins all of the sudden. Then Ophelia dodged…and Torquil redirected his efforts, resulting in grievous harm, but not where any of them wanted it. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Damn,”[/b][/color] Farren cursed under his breath, the quiet words lost in the din. Even fast as he was moving, events were playing out rapidly before him and it felt like his earlier actions had put them on the back foot.

He should have known better…or…should he have? Farren frowned slightly, but he didn’t have time to unpack that feeling, so he shoved it down as he came up on Deadeyes with his blades still drawn. Sprinting towards the exchange, Farren’s gaze flitted to the side, through the Clinic door where Victor had just passed the threshold. So much had happened so quickly, but he decided to prioritize Torquil, who barely seemed to be hanging on to consciousness after the strike from Deadeyes.

Farren’s azure eyes narrowed, he gripped his blades tightly, and then he called upon the instinct that he let him move so quickly earlier. He dashed forth, covering space more quickly than his sprint had allowed moment-to-moment. This put him right in front of Deadeyes, and as he exited the motion, he swung the first of his blades in a sweeping slash across the creature’s chest from below the armpit all the way diagonally down to near the hip. He carried his momentum forward, having slashed with his right arm from left-to-right. He kept moving forward, slipping past Deadeyes as he did so. His other blade was in a reversed grip…and as he passed the creature’s side he let it drag through the pre-established wound where it ended at the creature’s hip, attempting to gouge it open further as he shifted back into a sprint past the monstrosity. He kept the thing in his vision as much as possible throughout, ready to change tact and react if need be.