There isn't much magic left in Reynard, not since he'd been cast out. Even before then he'd not resorted to it all that often, preferring other methods in his arsenal. That had the upside that, cast out or not, he hadn't really lost any of the fight that was in him. He didn't see himself as a fighter, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight.

Reynard wasn't stronger than a human of his build would be, but his speed and reflexes were more animalistic in nature, which gave him a bit of an advantage. He had witnessed many battles and so he can already tell that this was a losing one, but at the very least he would do some damage, now that he had decided to join in. Maybe even do some good.

He ended up in the alley next to Finnick for a very simple reason. He'd felt his magic and how he was cloaking himself and while he couldn't copy the trick, he could certainly mooch of the benefit by staying close. Crouching on the ground he licked his arm where he'd been scratched bloody, a convenient wound to reach, the others are more difficult. Sure, licking might not be a very human gesture, but he wasn't exactly trying to blend in as anything at the moment. He glanced up at Finnick, an eyebrow raised.

"Busy night, eh?"