Ohhh, why was he in the street? This wasn't a smart place to be, and he knew it full-well. Why would he even consider fighting these creatures head-on? There was nowhere else to go, if he entered the side streets he'd likely be ambushed before he could engage in ambushing of his own in any way, the Rogs themselves as well as his allies were surely more skilled fighters than him... all he had was his wits and some prayers.

...maybe prayers were the right way to go, then? It was worth a shot, at least. Stepping back a couple of paces, just so he was behind everybody else, he re-sheathed his weapons, drew the two ritual daggers on his person, and... gawped at the sight of Ursa turning into a Gods-damned [i]bear.[/i] How long had he been hiding that? How was he even transforming like that? His first thought was "werewolf", but those were wereWOLVES, there was no such thing as a wereBEAR... right? Surely something like that couldn't exist, right?

Well, either way, it was standing up to the troll quite handily. He supposed he'd have to take advantage of everyone else's distraction to get the prayer out. Muttering his prayer to Fineki under his breath, quietly so that the others didn't hear, he sketched out some symbols on the ground before him, the daggers a pair of pens for the ritual in question. The argument, in theory, was that this ritual would draw forth a temporary wellspring of good luck for allies, and bad luck for enemies... of course, knowing his deity's whimsical nature, it was just as likely that the opposite would come true, or indeed that both parties would be blessed, cursed, or ignored outright. Or he might just grant some other favour. Who could say, with a god of his particular standing? T'was not Settionne Maralanna's place to question the acts of deities, especially when he was the one invoking their favour.

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