[Center] [h1] Vivrynn [/h1] [/center]

With all the shots fired Viv had no time to assess the situation. His heart was pounding, his arms and legs leaping, sliding, latching onto and out of any surface to dodge the blows. He finally stopped atop a toppled assault vehicle left behind in the wreckage. Immediately drawing his bow and pulling its arrows towards the clashing of axes. He couldn’t get a clean shot… [color=magenta]Damn it.[/color] 
 
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