[h3]Hidden alcove, outside the walls south of Yahar'gul, northwest of Yharnam[/h3]
As much as things might seem to slow down for each participant of the battle at times, things were still happening all at once and in rapid succession. In the couple of moments it took the darkbeast to slam Farren into the ground and detonate the thunderous force accumulated in it, Torquil had covered the last short distance between himself and their enemy. His bulky frame strained against his armor, its silver plates creaking audibly in their effort to contain his expanding muscles as he raised the heavy axe over his head.
The darkbeast let out a furious snarl as Torquil buried the head of his weapon in the left side of its rib cage, carving through bone and rotten flesh and sinew alike. The pain prompted the monster to turn its attention to him, aiming a swift slash of its left claw at him, only for Torquil to catch the blow with the Loch Shield... and instantly learn an important lesson: though the lightning crawling all over the darkbeast and leaping toward him as it struck was mostly repelled by his shield, the force of the claw was not. Thus Torquil was sent staggering backward, his left arm bending in unnatural ways while its bones were trying to regenerate.

Since this constituted someone getting the beast's attention, Ophelia executed her plan, rushing in and slicing at its right hind leg with the Holy Moonlight Sword. She would find that the arcane blade cut the creature with surprising ease, leaving a deep gash where she struck it, though the wound predictably mended itself almost as fast as she inflicted it.

Beside her, Gerlinde danced her way closer as well, still giggling happily. She activated the transformation of her trick weapon with a flourish, making the threaded cane abruptly go from a short, rigid blade to a long, flexible whip of what was effectively many serrated blades... all of which remained wreathed in the red fire applied by her horn.
She danced sideways in a clockwise rotation around the darkbeast, toward where Torquil was still recovering and – letting out a joyful squeal – swung the whip, striking across a large area across their prey's left hind leg and back, sawing through flesh and bone and setting fur aflame.

The darkbeast roared and half-collapsed, its lower body momentarily disabled by the combined efforts of Ophelia and Gerlinde. Its claws dug deep into the dusty ground, and the bluish glow surrounding its entire body seemed to increase in intensity.