A familiar, reassuring voice came from somewhere far, away. "I've got your back. We can do this."

The rogue nodded, took a deep breath, and was nearly set on fire. The hell-hound's mouth opened very slowly, and the rogue almost instinctively rolled away mere seconds before he'd have been immolated. 

He looked back up and saw that Hugh, Fiona, the orc-thing and Vaeri had engaged the monster. It had even been dismounted due to a crushing blow from the orc-thing, and now the hell-hound was menacing... Fiona. Fuck, this thing was making a point of threatening things the rogue actually gave a shit about.

Before he could talk himself out of it, the rogue sprinted forward, yelling and waving his knives. Running up from behind, he leapt up at the beast, attempting to plunge both daggers into its back.