[center][b]Rayvon Krayvitch // Liveria - Heaven's Haven[/center][/b]

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Rayvon, coming up on the champion was firsthand to bear witness to his sheer might. Gore spatters across her chest as he hews through the steed of Elrbetr like it was butter. The half-orc turn-coat is thrown back like no more than a child's ragdoll. It was enough to unnerve herself, it was no wonder that Elrithros was so quick to turn about to seek another foe to assist against.

Yet, that left the paladin Rayvon there alone as the sole melee combatant against the orc champion, injured as he was and roaring in pain. She bolsters he trembling nerves as she tries to make sense of what she had at her disposal as he struggles to move. She could see his achilles' tendon was severed and his movement would be hampered direly from here on out. A lucky blow, Heavens' mercies be upon them. Andrea and Ceann both were called upon by Elrithros. Gabriel was still upon the cliff. Elrbetrt, for all she knew, was unconscious or dead. She could not see beyond the hulk before her.

“Mila! Helene! With me! By the Heavens' might we will fell this foe, yet!” she grits her teeth, clenching her fist tight about her blade as she ducks in low and closes the gap between her and the champion, going in upon his injured side, praying to whatever heavenly figure might hear her plea that her blade run true... True to the mark Elrithros has spoken of, the gap between the armour on the orc's mid-section. That Mila and Helene would find the wisdom to know how best to disadvantage the orc further... That by the Heavens' grace Rayvon might see it through to the other side by some divine intervention where the axes fail to cleave through her.

It could almost be a trick of her mind, brought on by the adrenaline coursing like fire through her veins, but the light radiating magically from her armour almost seemed to be shining ever so brighter.