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Arton barely ducked underneath a swing that threatened to take his head as the Revenant's new trophy. The monster's blade grazed his pauldron as he narrowly sidestepped the follow-up attack. A sharp metallic ping resonated in his ears as he deflected a thrust off to the side, a fierce vibration shooting up his arm. Arton wasn't sure if he was getting better at reading the Revenant's attacks or if they were too distracted to deliver a concentrated strike. He had to be conservative with blocking with his shield as he could feel the metal groan and flex with each strike block. Distracted or not, he did not seem to be slowing in the slightest. 

He thought with it being trapped in the stone fist they would finally be able to deal some meaningful damage. The shockwave of energy came unexpected and he had barely enough time to turn onto his side as he was taken off his feet. The sand did not make it easier to stand back up but Arton did so quickly, sand running down the grooves of his armor. His grip tightened as the Revenant seemed to register the entire party and prepare something, likely that attack that wouldn't killed them earlier. Instead...it vanished? A torrent of cannon fire assailed their position, though inaccurate, and shattered the ground beneath their feet.

Arton groaned as he found himself on his back for the third time, staring up at a distant light in the incredibly deep hole they found themselves in. With a bit of effort, he pulled himself onto his feet and looked up the rest of the party. That fight had been rougher than anything they had gone up against before. As his eyes registered the temple, he couldn't help but feel as though the gods had intervened on their behalf. [color=537DAE]"I'm still kicking."[/color] He replied to Galahad's callout. He felt a flutter of relief as he heard Izayoi's voice, seeing Miina walking away from her.

He walked over to Rudolf, seeing as the rest of the wounded were being taken care off, and began to examine him for injuries. Arton was no healer but he was pretty adept at first aid [color=537DAE]"Bottom of a deep hole. That gentleman over there made sure we didn't splatter at the bottom."[/color] He spoke plainly. Arton was not sure what to make of what he had seen Rudolf become up there. He reminded himself that everyone had their secrets. For now, he would simply be thankful for Rudolf's efforts.