Tehr cursed, though he wasn't sure what he was cursing at; his own foolishness at trying to use a spell like that against a beast, his horse fleeing after all the money he'd spent on it's training, or on the fact that the bear was likely about to kill the elven woman he'd just met.<br/><br/>Tehr wasn't a combat master, in fact he felt that it was generally below him.  Which is why he limited himself to a little bit of defensive training with his ornate and elegant staff, which would look at home easily in court as a walking stick.  But he'd also had an older brother who'd enjoyed the outdoors more.  The two of them had spent many nights throwing darts and daggers as a drinking game.  So it was with some small practiced skill that he let the throwing knife in his hand fly.<br/><br/>Then only moments after the knife left his hand did he grab the top of his staff in his right hand and spin it upwards.  Preparing to wade in close to the bear and crack him with the butt end, swinging the staff like a long pole.  His hope was that what he lacked in strength, he could make up for in quickness.<br/><br/>Of course, the magical protection of his spell about his body lent him a little courage.