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

Ophelia's spirit had not yet flagged as she began stalking across the battlefield, and for the most part she was simply planning to get her breath back and begin the assault anew when she had more in her. She was calm and focused, the dull aches and throbs and searing hot agony of before now only a distant memory and her eyes firmly locked on that of the thing she was hunting--she observed where the energy seemed to begin as it gathered it, if such a place existed. She observed how long it took to recharge, to gather its wits, and tried to imagine how it was choosing what to target (though she came up rather short on that front). When the telltale notes of the Moonborn Bell rang out Ophelia's ears reacted immediately and her eyes very shortly thereafter, glancing over towards the sound to see Torquil, the bell still held in his hand. 

She thought for a brief moment that that seemed unnecessary--that though they were on the back foot they were about to start being able to make real progress. It seemed that being close to the Lightbeast as the Darkbeast and Gerlinde were conferred healing to them too... They could probably all use that to their advantage--force the Darkbeast away somehow, or... Something. She still felt very much in control of the situation... until she saw the Moonborn Hunter get noticed by the Darkbeast, and a charge of energy greater than anything they'd yet seen accumulate within the horrid creature so intense it glowed with what Ophelia only imagined the Blood Moon must've looked like. Then it moved--no, it quickstepped, or something very close to it--and Ophelia dashed back instinctively in response, moving five meters directly backward towards the illusory wall to give her space from whatever was about to happen.

She readied the Holy Moonlight Sword, though she knew there was little point in her joining in the fight now... unless it seemed that even the Moonborn Hunter might need aid. But should that come to pass, she'd need her stamina back, and it seemed every time she just about was beginning to recover some monstrous event interrupted her. She was suddenly very glad indeed that they were immortal, and how insidious a killer overconfidence was.