Ophelia reflexively pulled away from Farren's strike, his sudden bout of madness oddly unclear to the otherwise distracted Ophelia. She would normally go straight for the eyes, of course, but it hadn't even occurred to her to check Farren out until she caught the glimpse of movement in her periphery. With a Hunter's agility she stepped back from her crouching position as she'd administered the vial of blood offered to her by Victor into a standing and guarded one, though it was immediately clear to her from the expression now writ upon Farren's face and the trembling he could not hide in his limbs that he had seen something harrowing. She could feel the vibrations of the bell rattling in her skull still, diminishing but present, though they had not gotten the opportunity to reach a crescendo. She looked down at the little thing clasped in her hand, unfurling her fingers so as to examine it more closely and carefully. Her head snapped around to the sound of the Beastman's pathetic whimpering and scampering, and she quickly looked down for her spear and picked it up with her free hand, immediately leaving Farren and Victor alone to chase down her escaping quarry.
She cared not for the exertion, nor the burn in her lungs or the sting of sweat and blood in her eyes - she was going to hunt that raggedy beastman down and slaughter him like the cancerous hound that he was. He had been complicit in the events that had led to Torquil not making it, after all, and she would not leave him unrevenged. She sprinted after the beastman with a ferocity and determination that had begun to dim after its peak with Pallid, but was quickly reigniting again as the lingering scent and taste and
feel of blood on her hands made her take leave of her more rational senses and give in to the thrill of truly concluding the hunt... but unlike the fires of madness, all-scorching, the fires of sorrow and regret and guilt and shame would likely die down once the beastman was dead. She could rest, process what had happened... maybe take a nap by the light of that queer lamp, and its comforting radiance.
But for now she had work to do: work she'd done so many times before, her eager and practiced hands ready to return to something they truly knew. She caught up to the beastman exceedingly quickly, and with as much precision as she could muster she lanced him right through the abdomen. She could feel through the vibrations of the spear, her wired and heightened senses, and the frailty of the withered beastman's form that several of his organs were punctured, though she had missed his heart so he did not die immediately. She grabbed him by the shoulders and wrenched him off his back onto the floor, pushing the haft and the rest of the spear through his wound, as she perched over his head.
"I warned you, dear. I told you that if you had any signs of the scourge, I'd have to kill you... but you insisted. I'll be taking your eyes now, sweetness--and your pallid friend's too. Torquil's gone because of you... so don't imagine for a moment that this will be quick. Every rabid howl, every peal of agony, will avenge him... so I want you to scream, you wretched thing. Let him hear you, wherever he is." Ophelia half-whispered and half-spat, before using one hand to keep the beastman's eyelids open as she plucked her prizes from his skull with her bare fingers. She made sure to make it as painful as she could without damaging the eyes, seething and trembling all the while. When her grisly work was done, she walked slowly back towards the clinic, stopping off at the little glass jar she'd discreetly deposited earlier and adding her new prizes to them.
The few minutes Farren needed to recover would likely have been over by the time she returned - she scanned the room for Victor and Farren both as she approached, bell stashed away in her garb, jar of eyes in one hand, and spear in the other.
"Torquil... he... vanished? Disappeared into thin air as the Mad One mashed him to paste..." she mumbled, looking a little more haggard than before now that the rush of anger and vitality had left her.