The grapple does not last- the bear busy burying teeth in Issa's shoulder, Issa busy trying to twist it away from vendors and their wares. Why do they not flee? They find this entertaining? Such things she had heard of southerners that she put no thought to for how foolish it made them seem. Perhaps she ought to have paid better mind. She tears herself away and shoves the bear back with a spiked boot to the ribs, gesturing to the Saarebas. "Adaar, vinek kathas!"

Common, she must remember to use Common. "Shoot it!"