Ronan seemed to have been rather attracted or interested in Tamra’s holy symbol, perhaps because of simple aesthetic really. It looked, interesting. This interest did not particularly last very long as fire seemed to come to life to a degree. Attacking towards Charlie. Ronan had rather noticed such, perhaps not immediately but quickly enough. He quickly went to move to grab something to combat the fiery hands, doubting that a sword would help all too much. Instead grabbing at and pulling out his water skin, which was of course filled with the opposing element.

It was by the time that Charlie had called out from help and that Takao had drawn attacked their sword that Ronan was prepared to take action. Ronan was rather afraid that the sword swing would instead hit Charlie, but had failed to voice this thought. Ronan would do his best to splash some of the water toward the fire that was heading toward Charlie’s back and hoped that it would also splash down toward the other heading toward Charlie’s leg. Ronan didn’t want to waste all of the water after all, if it could be helped.