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The extra-large-and-disgusting Darkspawn kept him occupied for a while, but just as it was starting to get interesting, the mage regained his feet and utilized the magnificent distraction that was Jasper to find himself a chink in the hulking thing's armor.

Oh well, the man thought flippantly, slicing the thing's head off with a powerful swing just to be sure it was dead. It's not like there aren't plenty more where that one came from... he nodded his acknowledgment to the spellslinger with a sword, and set about picking more of the vile beasties off from the edges of the fight, before they could become a nuisance to anyone else.

The odds were sharply against them, and Jasper's adrenaline was pumping hard and fast, enough to send him into that rather unique state of mind he only found when Dueling. His senses sharpened, and it was as though an extra layer of awareness overlaid his normal consciousness. It was a sharpening of everything, and there was nothing else quite like it. Over the course of the battle, he managed to steal a few interesting items from both live mutants and dead ones, including a number of potions, and also some daggers, which he promptly threw so as to embed them in other (still living) Darkspawn bodies.

The rogue accumulated a fair number of lyrium potions, which were next to useless for him, but might serve a purpose for that mage he'd seen. Searching the area with sharp eyes, he spotted him, as well as a slight girl who looked like a caster as well, and shrugged. That could work.

Fighting his way to them was a bit more difficult than he'd expected though, and he was left dealing with several monsters at once; two of the small ones and one larger. Grinning to himself, the duelist launched forward, pivoting to lend his short blade extra leverage as it dug into the flesh of the first Genlock. Without time to do otherwise, he released the long knife and shifted his grip so that his longer sword was gripped in both hands, which guided it straight through the Hurlock. Planting a foot on the thing so as to push it off, he grabbed his knife from the nearby corpse, but not in enough time to throw it at the remaining creature before it stabbed him in the side. Gritting his teeth, Jasper growled and ducked the next incoming swing, beheading the thing and simultaneously causing black spots to dance at the corners of his vision.

The pain, debilitating as it might otherwise have been, soon disappeared, to be replaced by a cooling sensation, and he felt the characteristic tug as his flesh knit back together with the assistance of magic. Well, that's useful. glancing up at the mages, he guessed it must be the tiny one who was responsible based on the body language of those involved. The numbers of Darkspawn had also thinned, so he seized the opportunity to jog over to the group of three that occupied the high ground. Two mages and a young woman with a bow, it looked like.

"Evening, friends," he greeted with a smile, adopting the jovial, if perhaps overly flippant, demeanor he used most often with strangers. Reaching for his belt, he removed his spoils: two lyrium potions and one for health. "I'd thought to offer these before the spell you just managed, but I think now might be suitably appropriate as well." With a flourish, he presented the blue ones to the mages and the red to the archer, owing slightly at the waist in a gesture of deference and courtesy that might have seemed out-of-place here. Should any of them refuse his action, he would simply pocket the corresponding flask, and either way he was back off to stab at demons and Darkspawn within moments of his arrival, with naught but a "by your leave" to herald his departure.