Oghren gave a roar of drunken laughter at the warrior’s reply. “I’ll give you that one. Mostly ‘cause I can’t argue with it.” Bringing his axe down upon a fallen darkspawn with a yell, he proceeded to get stuck into the fighting.
“I appreciate the sentiment, High Constable, but I’m not leaving my men here. They haven’t abandoned me these past three months, and I won’t do so now.” Celica spoke, looking determined. A softer lilt came into her voice the second time round. “Although I would certainly appreciate a chance to breath.”
She moved to view the battlefield, watching as the Hurlock alpha drew a last breath. The stab wounds hadn’t killed it, but it couldn’t rise, and it wasn’t long before an Ogre stood on it, which drew a smile from the Warden-Commander.
Meanwhile, two Genlock alphas accompanied by a cabal of various other darkspawn, moved to assault the line again. Racing towards Nicolette, Oghren and Rannon, they gave a bloodcurdling warcry. Several were cut short by more pinpoint arrows from above.
The sound of tearing flesh filled the air, as the Tevinter Mercenary gave a short gasp. Top and bottom half of his body now completely separate, his blood covered an invisible claw hanging in the air. Slowly, black fur began to materialise, rolling down an arm. A Shriek Alpha howled into the wind, becoming fully visible. The sound was copied by countless other unseen predators lurking within the Warden camp. Celica suddenly panicked.
“Damn it! That’s why they deliberately blew up the mines!” She yelled, mostly to herself. That was only the half of it. With the mage now dead, the demon of Despair was free from his control, and began flash-freezing as many soldiers and Wardens as darkspawn. Raining little shard of ice down, Mila fired an arrow towards it. The demon froze the water, causing the arrow to become point-heavy, and smash into an unsuspecting Warden below.
“This is why I hate relying on demons.” Muttered the Warden-Commander.