[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    managed to fully equip himself with his choice of weapons, but his relative inaction had its consequences it seemed. As he looked up, Farren witnessed the Darkbeast clamber atop its victim and then begin to prepare another volley of voltaic violence to mete upon them. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Fuck,”[/b][/color] he muttered, as his eyes and memory alike informed him that unlike Ophelia–who he heard immediately dash–he didn’t have time to cross the necessary distance to escape.

So he didn’t try to, instead, about a quarter of a second after he’d heard Ophelia’s feet push against the silt-covered earth–making a distinct sound that paired with seeing her in his periphery told him she’d dashed–Farren did the same. However, rather than retreat, the azure-eyed hunter advanced. As the current danced rapidly towards him through the air, Farren approached it as well, but unlike before he embraced the anger still half-furled in the furnace of his chest.

Two-thirds of the way through, his body met with the unnatural lightning of the Darkbeast’s attack, surging through his body, igniting his flesh, boiling his eyes, rupturing his eardrums, and drawing coruscating rootwork burns through his entire body, his veins and nerves appearing as faintly glowing viridian patterns through his almost-blackened flesh. His hair, similarly, ignited, standing on end, but pushed back by the speed of his movement and the direction of the current as it passed over and through him.

His eye sockets leaked an almost cream-like goo, forming tears that trailed sideways along his cheekbones, mixing with streaming tears from the pain. Farren howled, not like a wolf, but like an enraged, pained animal–the sound equal parts savagery and agony.

Not even waiting for the Old Blood to surge through his body and begin the process of healing, Farren swung, twisting his wrist on the Beastflayer as he did so. Each of its segments ‘clicked’ open in a distinct noise as the mechanisms that held them together unlocked. He finished his quickstep, but kept running towards the Bastard, teeth gritted against the agony searing through his mind, letting it center him in the moment.

His eyes and internals healed first, then his ears, the world snapping into sudden and sharp relief as the Beastflayer ratcheted out, extending almost in slow motion as he moved like a frenzied wraith in a beeline straight for the undead monstrosity.

The moment extended, then time seemed to snap back into its proper flow and the Beastflayer spooled out en full and cleaved in a left-to-right horizontal arc through the air, crossing the 2 additional meters before the weapon would begin to flay through the Darkbeast, aimed center of mass. Only as the arc was halfway through its motion did Farren’s flesh finish knitting together, putting on display a horrid rictus of a grin, his mind utterly devoid of true thought as he matched the Hunter impulse in his blood.

Certainly, the beast could heal, but how would it fair if the weapon cleaved horizontally through the center of its body one side to the other, skull included?