Raven spat and cursed and wriggled about in the mud. His gauntlets were back on, and he furiously punching through swathes of branches and clutching the amulet once more. "Make room for me kid, I'm coming in!"  he shouted. Raven pulled himself out of the mud clearly by using the fallen tree for leverage. His boots were sadly unobtainable and remained stuck. With multiple grunts and growls, Raven was able to position himself in the midst of the fallen tree's branches and was atop the trunk. He looked all scratched and battered from the tree assault, and far more angry then he had been before. This was because a combination of pain, desperation, and tiredness had worn his patience down. Now that the gauntleted man was astride the fallen wood, there was but one thing to do. Which was run and jump into the water. This was a slower process then you'd think, because he was walking along a tree's side which was still covered in branches. With some swift punches however, he managed to get close enough to the stream to make a jump into it. There was a loud splash as Raven leaped into the water, and floated on the surface. He looked around, and took Ivan by the arm and held him up to stop Ivan from sinking. He was fairly sure the boy knew how to swim, but this was by no means a gentle, lazy steam. And he couldn't risk putting his feet down at the bottom. So until he had received some sort of confirmation that Ivan was fine staying up without Raven's help, Raven made sure to prevent Ivan from drowning. After all, being thrown can be startling.