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

Ophelia seemed to see everything almost... slow down, as though she was experiencing ripples across a pond gently washing over her rather than experiencing linear time. She hadn't the time for another attack on the chain, and if the slight sting in her lungs was anything to go by she hadn't the stamina either. She gulped in what little air she could, let the machinery of her body have a single revolution without exertion, and prepared herself to move again. As the Darkbeast clambered on top of the Lightbeast and began to summon forth its intense energies once more--perhaps the brightest they'd seen yet--Ophelia realised nearly immediately what was coming and urged herself to move. By her estimation the safest direction was simply north-west from her current one, and so she drew upon the waning fire of the Old Blood (or perhaps merely her body's inability to harness it) and quickstepped again, as quickly and as far as she could. 

When she arrived at her destination the first sensation she felt was a deep burning in her lungs and a sudden ache in her muscles that was as familiar as it was uncomfortable, and the second was a furious and crackling surge of energy missing her by a hair's breadth--the clothes on her back felt suddenly hot and though needles were pricking at her from within them. She could feel a faint throb resonate throughout her body as she remembered the agony of being thoroughly shocked before. She simply stood for a number of seconds gulping in greedy breaths of air to restore the limits she'd pushed herself to--turning around to survey the battlefield first--and simply remained there until her stamina was recovered. If the Darkbeast came for her again she could perhaps turn it to her advantage, though Gerlinde's mad assault having resumed gave Ophelia hope that it wouldn't be [i]her[/i] the beast went for, but Gerlinde.