[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    healed much faster from that point, as Bulwark levered the chainlink open even further, though it hadn’t done quite the degree of damage he’d hoped it could. Nonetheless, as his senses came fully back into focus, he caught the trailing crimson bolts as the Darkbeast leapt into motion. Farren’s gaze shifted in the direction he’d seen the blur, his brow already furrowing before he watched in dumbfounded silence as the Darkbeast began its clash with the Moonborn Hunter.

Though he’d not know it, Farren had thought similarly to Ophelia…that they could have prevailed given a bit more time and space to maneuver, but seeing that single clash changed his mind.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“Bloody hell…”[/b][/color] Farren muttered, but he didn’t gape for more than an instant. The silt blocked his view anyways, so instead he turned his azure eyes upon the chainlink, withdrew Bulwark’s expanded shield form from the space with a grating metal-against-metal racket, and then he tossed the weapon to his left rather carelessly. Far moreso than he normally would have. His hands swiftly caught on the chain link, and he used his strength and dexterity both to unhook it from its fellows, severing the link between Light and Darkbeasts.

That done, Farren glanced at Bulwark, noted the chipped outer edge with a frown, then mumbled to the Messengers, who took the weapon away the next moment. He’d have to get it repaired now…that’d been reckless, but necessary–he hoped.

Rising to his feet, Farren kicked the now separated portions of chain away from one another and pulled the Beastflayer from his back, watching for further movement.

Surely the beast couldn’t overpower even the Shopkeeper….