Chrrou hasn't heard a word of the planning or cautioning, the unearthly shriek combining with his own near-collapse to drown out everything else. He doesn't even think of standing and fighting, though; the only thing keeping him from fleeing for his life is the fact that his stunned and fallen companions cannot.<br/><br/>Heart terrifiedly pounding, the ice-matted bear winces despairingly as Lilandra is chomped, but only ducks his head to force the right pocket of his haversack open, snapping up a wooden potion-vial in his jaws [Non-AoO move action, remove item from haversack] and stepping [5-foot adjustment] as near to the midpoint between Grai and Fiona and Heshaar as he can get. [That's all for his round 2 actions.]