[b]"Everyone! Company!"[/b] Ursaren called out as he drew his shield and trident, taking the blunt of a fireball directly on the metal shield. He felt his animal instincts surge through him as he resisted the urge to go full on bear-form. The resistance was successful in that aspect, but it made him angry with power and violence. Anything he was doing was effectively auto-pilot at this point. He was gettin' in there and gettin' these dark elves killed with his bare hands, and if that didn't work, his bear hands would.

The water was up to his knees at the most shallow point, but as he kept his shield high, the old man did not falter. He trudged through the water and readied his trident for throwing. One of the dark elf males ran up to him and proceeded to try and cut him down, but as the old man stood there unmoving, the shield was bashed against the skull of the elf, knocking him over into the water and allowing the old man to continue. [b]"Comrades! Assistance would be nice!"[/b]