There aren't many who run toward the roar of a bear rather than away, but Nerva's first instinct isn't always the most common. Especially not when the Bear in question is so close to the refugee camp. With a shield nearly as tall as she was and armour that shone with careful and constant cleaning, the Templar suddenly appeared before Sam, running up towards him.

She grabbed him by the collar before he could run into a tree, throwing her shield up to cover them both as the bear reared up before them. She let go of him only to pull her blade from its sheath, blade flashing white gold in the sun.

She didn't need to know the dwarf to know he needed saving.

Out went the blade - her body twisting behind the shield to keep herself covered even as the fang lashed out, burying itself into flesh past fur and sinew, the bear letting out a blood-curdling roar.