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

Upon successfully executing her slash, Ophelia noted the sounds of her companions following up and the darkbeast digging its claws down into the ground... but it was somewhat distant, as though the shock of the blow she'd just endured had lingered within her and deafened her somewhat. She still didn't feel altogether there, but she immediately knew that her first instinct was to get out from underneath this beast as the blue glow in the air intensified to the point that Ophelia was certain she could taste it--or her own blood, quite possibly. She evaluated her options in the moment: she might be able to retreat enough to get away from a blast of electricity, or not, depending on the size. She might be able to interrupt it, if she could get to its head... but that seemed desperately uncertain--it'd take most of her stamina just to get there, never mind to make a swing with enough force, enough accuracy, and in time...

She opted for the safer option, making an opportunistic second slash against the beast as she reversed her direction and began running up towards the corner of the gatehouse she'd begun the fight in. She quickstepped a full five meters after clearing the immediate distance from the beast and regaining some of her sense of space and continued running before eventually coming to a stop at eight meters away. She checked then to see if the beast had moved at all: if it hadn't, she fed another quicksilver bullet to her sword and swung it down in a slicing arc to release a blast of scouring energy towards the same wound place she'd been striking previously, and remained ready to hop back even further to avoid the darkbeast's reply.