Hawke panted hard as he ran from the darkspawn. His whole team had died in mere seconds. There had never been an ogre emissary until now, but there he was. He could resist knockdown, thanks to being a fore mage, but only he was left. And even his magic wouldn't save him now. He was running out of room, the only way down being filled with jagged rocks and certain death. He neared the edge of the cliff and sighed, jumping as he remembered Flemyth's last words to him. "You have my gratitude and my sympathy..."
He plunged into the ice cold water, arrows flying in after. He swam further down and stayed still for a few minutes. After a while the darkspawn began to run off. He wasn't sure why or what, but they all took off. He swam to the coast and saw what was calling them. A dragon....No. An Archdemon...Hawke felt his body shrink in comparison to the creature. He knew there was nothing he could do. So he ran.