The stranger pads his fall a bit, but that doesn't curb Blackwall's stream of muttered curses. To be fair, getting hit by the bear to begin with hadn't been all that pleasant. Shaking his head to clear the dazed feeling, Blackwall's slow to get back to his feet, the wet, bulky armor not doing him any favors at the moment.

He's up in time to witness the mage he'd stumbled across turn into a bear himself. A barrier was to be expected, seeing someone shift into an animal? Not so much. He catches himself sneaking a quick glance in the bear's -the true bear's- direction, almost as if he expects the only other witness to this strange magic to commiserate with him.

The real bear seems a little unsure what to make of the newcomer as well, body language changing. It's posture remains obviously aggressive, but appeared more challenging now than simply enraged and murderous.

"Maker's balls." He was seriously starting to wonder what he'd gotten himself into this time.