[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		     took a half step towards Torquil as the wraith shrieked and then practically exploded outwards, the ethereal substance of its body dispersing violently outwards into the air–dagger included. Some small part of him was disappointed at that, having hoped he could perhaps glean some information from the weapon and put it to use for their own purposes. However, that was an afterthought and what truly struck him was his companion falling to his hands and knees, his every breath coming faster than those before. Farren’s eyes widened slightly as he watched Torquil shred the metal of his helm. With the man’s skin exposed, Farren reached to stab the vial into Torquil’s neck, but before he could the man’s skin blackened. Farren–instinctively–quickstepped backwards two whole meters, pocketing the vial as he did, and drawing the unified true Blade of Mercy in his other hand. Ready to dash back in, Farren watched, his eyes wide and intense, brow creased, lips drawn in a thin line, knuckles white as they clutched his blades.

Torquil screamed then, his body began to shudder and shift and warp…so violently that he could see it happening even beneath his armor, the plates vibrating and rattling about in a clamorous rancor of sound. Farren’s eye twitched faintly, but he didn’t wince at the primal sound and in the next moment, Torquil’s body effectively [i]exploded[/i] as if it were tearing itself apa–...oddly, Farren suddenly relaxed. Not entirely, after all the situation could change at a moment’s notice, but his eyes lost some of their wild intensity, and his stance became looser. A beat passed and then as Torquil fully collapsed, Farren began to approach, though he kept his Blades free and in hand.

He’d remembered what had happened to him when they’d fought Pallid. It made him shudder slightly, but he was at least fairly certain that what they’d just witnessed had been much the same as he’d endured back then. He didn’t have a name for it, but it certainly looked like he had felt.

[color=#1A1A3B][b]“It’s like back in the Clinic...with Pallid’s bell,”[/b][/color] Farren muttered, sharing his theory with the others as he stopped, still about a meter from Torquil’s body–he hoped the man was just unconscious, but realistically…well, Ophelia was closer and if he recalled correctly, she had more vials on hand than he did.