Heavens above! Had they really just stumbled upon a group of Dark Elves so easily? Honestly, he'd tried to make that part a joke in his mind, but- damn it all, he hadn't even had time to start secretly blessing the helmet he'd grabbed earlier, let alone make sure he was fed properly.

Nonetheless, battle had been called, and Ursaren obviously expected his allies to follow him into the fray. With an unhappy sigh, and the internal observation that there was a distinct lack of places to sneak up on his foes like last time, Sett left his bag on the ground and ran after the were-bear-shapeshifter, or whatever he was. At least that might help him shake off his nervous energy, and besides, he had a valdium sword to work with, didn't he? Readying himself to draw the weapon if he had to, he tried not to get too close as he saw... well, there had been six, but there were now only three. The Dark Elf men were dead or dying, which left the Dark Elf women. One of whom had apparently killed one of the men, being bound as she did so... how odd. A foe of theirs?

That left Sett's options for combat limited. Of the other two, one was apparently quite a skilled fighter, and the other was a mage... aaaand distracted with attacking the tied-up female! He could kill her and make himself seem even more useful! Was this what they called a god-given chance, Fineki's way of working the world? Either way, he made good use of it: he charged through the river directly at the mage's back, drawing his weapon and thrusting it out in front of him, an effort to spear through the mage woman's body. Without yelling a war cry, of course, because that would be attention-grabbing, and what would that do for his efforts?

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