Raven looks at Ryan and nods, still lounging against the rock as the sun goes further down. "That about sums it up. But he's got a fairly large group of people there, so he has to announce it so they can all be ready in time. If anything, my guess is that he's going to put the heavy armor in the front to be damage sponges with damage dealers moving in to take advantage of openings presented during the fight." He smiles and looks back at Ryan. "He can do as he wants with his guild, but our group will formulate their own plan to compliment theirs so we minimize on casualties for everyone. And if it looks like any one, including yourself, is gonna die," he locks eyes with Ryan's, making sure he could see them, "you grab them and teleport out. No arguments, OK?"

In the week this group had been together, he'd come to consider them his family in the game, people he'd trust with his life, although he may or may not have started getting a crush on Faeron, something he hadn't even admitted to himself. Drawing the hand-and-a-half blade, the color being a deep red, he rests it across his lap as he reads Faeron's reply and nods to himself.

[hider=Re: Boss Fight]You're a lot more optimistic about this than I am, but I like the odds. Well, our odds. I'm not sure I have high hopes for the people in the Legion of Light.[/hider]

Once the message was sent, he listened to the new guy go on about his specialty and snorts, leaning back again and closing his eyes. "Plenty of DPS dealers, don't you think Ryan?" Raven hadn't looked real close at the others in the Legion camp, but he guess it was fairly even on their part for damage and tanks. Their party was high damage output. with a single tank, so it was unbalanced in that aspect, but he'd been working on his acrobatics almost non-stop, so he could dodge most attacks with ease, even sponge most of what he couldn't avoid.