Keeping his focus on support, Bruce does his best to keep up with the attacks that come from the Venatori. He renews whosoever barriers that he can reach, backing up the Dalish spellcaster - Ellana, that was her name - as much as he can. The blizzard spell bits at him harshly, his unique physiology making him vulnerable to ice attacks, and he staggers back at the how it drains him, sweating breaking out at his temples. He needed to--

He feels it stirring within him, called forth by the sounds of battle, but he quickly shoves it back down. Not it, never it - nothing would ever make him resort to that.

Bruce focuses and casts a healing spell on himself, pulling himself back together. Its not a lot but its enough to keep him going and he gets back up on his feet and goes for a brief offence. With a wave of his hand he calls out a set of fireballs that move along with the gestures of his hand, zigzagging around the battle to hit their targets - one at the barrel to make it explode before it reaches anybody on their side, and the others striking at the weak points of the warrior's armor.