push / >:3 carver and maven because i have v v old needs
Despite her height, Maven hit like a battering ram. The bulk of her guardsman armor clanging unceremoniously against his templar issue as she drove her shoulder into his midsection and shoved him with all her might from the path of a lash of lightning. The ground where Carver once braced now little more than rubble. Pride with its head thrown back and great maw stretched wide in a roar that shook the stone around them.
" Big — big one . . . " she panted, picking herself and her discarded sword up, " I didn't know they made them so big. Why didn't they go over that in the Chant? " One blood-spattered gauntlet reached out to help hoist him to his feet. Only a moment to catch a breath while the remainder of her unit intercepted the abomination. "Are you alright? Where are all of these things coming from?! "