The Troll was a bit too stupid to actually comprehend what was occurring before it when Ursaren transformed, growing in size, muscle mass, and body hair. It had a confused, somewhat blank look that kept it from actively attacking until Ursaren slammed into the beasts, causing it to topple backwards and flatten a few Rogs that screeched until they were squished. Still, the Troll did not stay down long. It still couldn't comprehend what had happened, but it's anger over-ruled the confusion. With one apeish arm, it pushed itself up. It roared, spittle flying out of its mouth before it punched at Ursaren. Despite the Were-Bear's size increase, the punch of a Troll was strong enough to break open fortified gates. Avoiding it as much as possible was the best option.

Beren raised a finger and opened his mouth, and then lowered the finger while closing his mouth. If Alice had spoken her thoughts aloud, he would have agreed. All of the hints were right there. Guess Beren thought it was a bit [i]too[/i] obvious. His deadpan demeanor disappeared abruptly when the first screaming Rogs made it to him. The muscled warrior snapped his fist forward to bury it into the face of the Rog while simultaneously blocking its swing by knocking aside its forearm. The Rog fell back, and the next one to attack Beren received a leaping roundhouse. It was then he had to take his weapon out, for the monsters were like a relentless tide. His staff moved in a blur, spinning and blocking as he backstepped, fighting for his life. The magical blasts from Alice streamed down among the horde, killing one or two and knocking a few more down, including two riders. The Worgs still pressed forward however. Her hex upon the buildings permeated, probably helping them from being flanked...for now. 

As Sett finished his prayer, Mags tossed her piss-smelling bottle down the street. It shattered atop a Rog's head, cracking across its skull and knocking it out before the green mist billowed outwards. It would be near the Troll and Ursaren soon. The mist wouldn't deal serious damage, but it would halt the flow of the horde for now, screeches mixed with coughs and shrieks. Beren was joined by Geradin who had caught up. His hammer glowing, he broke Rog knees and skulls as he shield rushed various others, allowed Beren to crack a few skulls himself. Seems for now the tide was turning [s]thanks to Settione's timely prayers[/s]. Still, Beren had recieved a large gash on his arm from a jagged blade, so far.

Argon waded into the fray, hacking at Rog's and killing a few, ignoring his own wounds and knocking aside those that dared stab at him with his powerful limbs and tail. He made it to the Troll and Ursaren, hissing at the Troll with a pointed sword, challenging it and helping Ursaren in his fight. Meanwhile, the Rogs that fell before Ann-Hasst managed to cut him a bit, but so far he was keeping well and slaying those that came before him. However, an extra armored and particularly large Rog waded through his troops, sizing Ann-Hasst up under its black iron helm. It held a wicked halberd in its hands, approaching him steadily. 
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