[center][h2][b]Ophelia[/b][/h2][/center]

Ophelia felt the radiance of her blade unleash, and prepared to observe her triumph made manifest in reality--only to look down and see the chain had thoroughly resisted her attempt to destroy it. She looked up to observe the state of the battlefield, though between the size of the Lightbeast in front of her and the Darkbeast towering over Farren she couldn't glean much. She heard Gerlinde's laugh and rush of movement, felt the swell of power as she fed a quicksilver bullet to her own implement, and heard the telltale crackling of roaring flame. She prepared herself to make another strike, to go for the exposed hindlegs, only for the sound of thunder and a voltaic explosion near Farren to whip through the metal chain and crawl up her sword into her body. She yanked it out of the chain by reflex alone, though not nearly quickly enough to avoid the surging arc of energy that thrummed into her.

It felt like light and fire all at once, lancing through every aspect of her flesh, and she shrieked in an agony that would thoroughly resonate with the suffering present in the ever-stifling Nightmare. The regenerative potential within her seemed to churn and flicker to life as soon as the damage happened, and she felt her wounds being restored as quickly as they'd been made--leaving only that searing sensation of pain to mark that it had ever happened at all. Flecks of her hair had slightly caught alight, the bright blue sparks of electricity gleaming violently against the silvery-white, and her braid was suddenly pockmarked with flecks of blackened ash. She had to take a few seconds to gather herself from the shock, her limbs momentarily not obeying her commands to them, before she used her right hand to fish a blood vial from her pouch, leaving four, and immediately jabbing it into her thigh.

Thus renewed she waited to see how the battlefield had developed in those seconds she'd spent recovering, and would make an assessment on how best to strike from there: if the others had successfully occupied its attention, she'd rush in towards the darkbeast's exposed right hind leg and aim to slice the sword between the mass of atrophied flesh, fused bone, and rotting sinew with her glorious blade's light--potentially with a quicksilver bullet to launch an arc of energy into it too--just like Ludwig had done in the memory.