The sudden rush from the other had left Reinhart slightly behind. Wearing the armor he was he sprinted as fast as he could. The rustling sound of the armor and chainmail echoing through the sound of battle.<br/>He was far behind the others, but he was gaining into the blood bath. The elf, girl and the mysterious emperian gunsman were getting worn and bruised.<br/><br/>Holding his warhammer in one hand, and his holy book in the other. He conjures a spell through old tongue, the prayers of Sigmar sending a blessing to Bianka. The rejuvating spell slowly sealing her wounds, her eyes starting to shine brightly and let out a harmless holyfire seeping out from them as she gets infused with powers from the Warrior Priest, her sword getting coated in a harmful holyfire. Enhancing it's strength to magic proportions. The healing was a permanent recovery, the enhanced powers were not.<br/>" Vanquish these wretched scums, girl! In the name of Sigmar use your powers well before they run out!"<br/><br/>Fusing his own warhammer in holy strength of Sigmar's wrath, he threw it with all his strength towards one of the krugans. He still had one warhammer more on his belt. Expected to pick up the one he just threw in a soon to be dead krugan.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>