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

Ophelia felt the fury of the explosion behind her, could taste it in the air and through her nose and in her ears--but she, mercifully, seemed far enough away to have escaped unscathed. She was beginning to get a bit of an appreciation for what Torquil meant--how the surprise of it all, the suddenness of the feeling, and the exhilaration of the Old Blood slowing into nothingness for the first time could linger in one's mind like a malignant shard. Ophelia wouldn't choose to be subjected to the feeling again, but... it was only pain--and pain she had dealt with for as long as she could remember. It would pass and she would remain--knowing that got her through those white-hot moments of agony. 

She stopped to actually catch her breath for a few seconds, letting the fatigue flow out of her a little before it built to dangerous levels of exhaustion that would no doubt get her killed. She could sense again that same vulnerability as before in the beast, and the Old Blood within her coursed its base and frenzied vigour into her veins and her mind--she longed to take advantage of it, to once again engage that sense of primal superiority... but there was no way she'd get there before the beast roused itself again. She did, however, spy an opportunity to once again damage the massive steel chain that she'd attempted before and moved towards that objective. She looked over the chain quickly--most of it was pretty close to her, though the link she wanted was further down towards the beast. She took the two seconds to walk at a reasonable pace, winding up the Holy Moonlight Sword and feeding it a quicksilver bullet as she did, before driving the tip into the chain link she'd struck before again. If she could spare them all another of those explosions by cutting off its source of power, they'd all be safer... and it had frustrated her immensely to not succeed earlier--and this lump of metal was as good an outlet as any.