[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    for once, had taken a particularly high risk gamble, and it hadn’t paid off…at least not in the way that he’d have liked. Instead, the Darkbeast’s gnarled bony, lightning wreathed claws slammed down into his shoulder. He felt his arm, some of his ribs, creak and then fracture violently beneath the pressure even as the creature slammed him into the ground so fast that he would have gotten a mouthful of silt had his mouth not been closed.

The pain actually had only just began to hit him before suddenly the world went from grey silt and gnarled bone and matted fur to stark white and whirling. He was moving and something between numbness and unbearable heat had snaked through his veins and flesh in a searing instant. He hadn’t been looking in the claw’s direction when the voltaic eruption had occurred so those went unscathed, but his eardrums had ruptured and so the world was eerily quiet.

Farren felt himself—almost in a detached manner—strike a surface and slide a bit before stopping. His flesh began to knit better even as pain assaulted his senses, burns and painfully severe pins and needles coursed through his entire body. Sound went from absent, to distant, to dull, until after a few moments his hearing returned first to ‘normal’ and then to the enhanced state that he’d begun to really get accustomed to. Only as he pushed off the ground and into a half crouch, with one knee pressed to the silt-covered ground. Farren clenched his white-knuckled fingers on the shaft of Fulmen—which he’d managed to keep hold of—registering the sound he’d heard from it as it had struck the creature’s forearm. His eyes narrowed for a moment, then his gaze snapped back to the beast. Farren let the mechanism close back around the core of the hammer and sized the monster up. He noted Gerlinde’s inflamed cane and nodded, his mind whirring over what might be points of vulnerability for a creature like this. It hadn’t even hesitated when he’d struck it with the hammer…and it was [i]fast[/i].

Making a snap decision, Farren swung Fulmen back over his shoulder and secured it in place even as he drew the True Blade of Mercy as his right arm finished practically reknitting itself together. Once Fulmen was no longer taking up a hand he forced his shoulder joint back into the correct position with a slight wince before he pushed fully to his feet. With Ophelia closer to the beast now, Torquil and Gerlinde approaching it from different directions, Farren decided to try and keep its attention. Holding the Effigial Blade in his right hand, Farren shoved the quicksilver bullet he’d extracted earlier and reloaded the Blunderbuss as he pushed into a run to cover the 5 meters between himself and the beast.

Running in from the darkbeast’s left side, his left arm down by his hip, hovering between the stock of his blunderbuss and the hilt of the Effigial Blade. Rather than aim to attack immediately, Farren watched the beast closely as he quickly approached, looking to capitalize on however it decided to respond to the hunters bearing down upon it.