[center][b]Liveria - Elrithos[/b][/center]
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The shimmer that just passed through his sight was not his highest priority, although he did take note that it was heading for the orc in front of the unit. He was trying to find where the steel plates either lacked or were flimsier than the rest of the suite of armor. The first clue was when the orc hit the horse of the young knight. His movements were a tad slower, yet still hit like a flying boulder. He slowly advanced towards the champion, taking his time, doing what he could to spot some kind of hole in his defense.

Part of his attention was taken from Gabriel as he came down on the three orcs on top of the cliff. The dark elf that had scouted out came down, leaving the holy one alone. He couldn’t take all three of them on. So, he started for the cliff as he then heard the howl of pain… He saw the weakness as the huge creature twisted his body to smack a half-orc away. Recognizing the thinner and more sectioned armor at the waist, he shouted out to those at the ground. [b]“The plates at his waist are weaker! Aim around that area!”[/b] 

He then ran for the cliff, turning a few seconds to speak to both Dark elves. [b]“Lady Ceann, Lady Andrea! Give me some cover so I can aid Gabriel!”[/b] He then commenced his ascension of the rocky cliff, hoping that he would be granted the aid to reach the top. He had trust in those he fought with to let assume at least on of them would help him not get shot down. It was in the culture of the Aavikkanians to put trust in one another in difficult situations.