[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    withdrew his blunderbuss as he detected something shift in the creature’s body. He backstepped—not using his hunter ability—and just in time too as the Darkbeast leapt high into the air with an athleticism and speed that briefly frightened even him. The feeling didn’t last long though, not before transitioning into a different sort of fear as it hurtled down through the air towards Ophelia.

However, she’d noticed in time and surged from its path just in time. Knowing there was no way he could have done anything about her predicament either way, Farren did his best to immediately take advantage of the beast’s distraction, bending down to one knee with his eyes still locked on the Darkbeast as it hurtled rapidly down to where Ophelia had been a moment ago. He murmured to the Messengers, hoping they’d respond here, even as he offered them Fulmen. He’d retrieve it once things calmed down again and he had a chance to look it over thoroughly.

From the little helpers, he requested Bulwark and the Beasflayer even as he sheathed the True Blade of Mercy as well.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Torquil, Gerlinde, keep it distracted. I’ll help Ophelia with the chain,”[/b][/color] Farren offered the others in the way of direction. Partway through the sentence, the Messengers received his call, took Fulmen, and gave him the two armaments he’d requested. While he’d waited the brief time he’d used one hand to deftly rearrange the harness on his back. Thus, when the weapons shifted up through the ground—maneuvered carefully by the withered little hands of the helpful creatures—Farren nodded to them thankfully and accepted each. Bulwark he slotted into its own loop of thick leather at his right hip, whereas the Beastflayer he took into both hands, pushing back to both feet as he did so. Perhaps the intense levering force of Bulwark in that Chain link could wrench it the rest of the way open and break the Darkbeast’s connection.