Reinholdt/Genevieve - Cathedral heading to Tower! - COMPLETE!
It was a mad dash, one he took to surprisingly well for a man of his stature - supposed background - and unusual training. He was no monster on the field, but with all the teams around them, with all the chaos, and quickened flinging of spells, and abilities, Reinholdt had plenty with which he could help. Extending himself out to classify anyone fighting his enemy, as part of his own team was hard, trying, and at certain times a complete and utter mistake, but he had to try anyway.
Vivian - at one point in his life - had been a fellow traveler, a teammate, and perhaps to some degree, even a friend. What she had gone though, what she had suffered, and what had brought her to this he could only guess. Yet, there was one thing he knew for sure, and that was that if she realized what she was doing, she would be filled with tears, and regret.
For that, he pushed forward, even as the monsters about them thickened, and pushed them back. It was an endless flood of changing tides, and with Genevieve by his side, Reinholdt had thought it would give him the strength he needed to succeed. Unfortunately, he was wrong.
Between the monsters - with their mammoth strength - the worry he housed for Genevieve, and his attempts at protecting those around them - they may not be of his guild, but they shared in his fight - Reinholdt had clearly taken on more than he could chew.
Before long he would stagger, and begin to fall. This was not a fight the SpyMaster would win.