"The Inquisitor isn't here, Vint" But there is a fondness in the slur that is easy to catch. He steps back and to the side, drawing the beast away from Dorian. "A fireball would come in handy if you have one..." He grumbles as he dances with the beast, barely avoiding its horns while he swings his axe for its head.

The fight is short, thankfully, and soon enough the groffle is on the ground, with Bull standing over it holding his side. The beast managed to get him good before he brought it down and now he is holding his side. "What did you do to this guy?"