Snippet #1377051

Severia watches the krioboly of Darkspawn unravel. The heavy rain still splatters the area, mingling with Darkspawn blood and the blood of the heroes present. Still those claws cinch into her exposed wound. Lips pulled back into a snarl she grimaces and whimpers. Her first reaction is to want to draw away from what hurts, but training keeps her literally right on top of her enemy and pushing the edge of her blade further through his neck. The sword halts at the cervical spine in the neck of the General's, making it hack more blood after Ryuu ran it through quite thoroughly. This feels nothing short of perfection. Grey Wardens becoming a unit to bring down their enemy.

Fatigue is cleansed from her muscles. Severia feels her side stitching itself shut. What manner of witchcraft is this?! As Ryuu lobs off the thing's hand she encircles its lower back with her legs as she twists--oh right. There are mages with hocus pocus. Apparently one of them can heal. Well, fortuitous for the group nonetheless. She reins her attention towards the flailing, disabled thing writhing beneath her. Severia shifts her weight a final time, sword trimming between the sisth and seventh cervical vertebra to completely behead the hurlock's General.

The body falls limp out beneath her as one hand elevates the head by its horn. Severia holds it up as far as she can, not putting it over herself for she is covered in enough blood, bellowing a rallying cry. It'll be useful to give the others that final bit of bite into the last stretch of the skirmish. The Darkspawn begin to scatter as vermin often do when facing a large predator. A hurlock runs at Severia and out of pigritude the lady knight spears the horned helm of its leader down its esophagus. She turns to find Kujo running full force into the muddy field, tackling down the stragglers of the waning Darkspawn line.

Apparently he had limped after her trail and was hit by the healing spell. Severia checks on Ryuu quickly, trying to encourage him to stand. "Thank you." the hardened woman offers the elf with sincerity. It is all too clear that everyone is about ready to collapse. Thank the Maker they've all survived. If they don't die from Darkspawn they'll all die from colds. This rain is like nothing she's experienced, not even back at soggy Highever. Severia scans the ground for Ser Raelnor whom she remembered seeing with an arrow protruding from his neck. That could not be comfortable in the least. Although the reassuring flash of the Templar's blade leaves her in some awe. The noble has only experienced warriors and soldiers, not knights of the Chantry. She spies not one but two Templars through the thick of the peppered rain, a lynx pouncing on Darkspawn and darkness. Yet again her attention is diverted to the haggard elf. Had the healing spell not helped him? "Ryuu?" Severia frowns and lightly touches his shoulder, idling only for a moment to check in on her fellow Warden.

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The Dalish archer is tactful with her arrows. She seldom shoots to kill and more oft than not seeks to greatly hinder threats. Joints, tendons and ligaments are required for proper muscle function and body action to take place. Without a majority of those it leaves the quarry weak, a sitting duck. Blysse grimly readies her bow and continues to fire arrow after arrow. Her long hair, plastered now and darkened to a sandy hue, sticks to her shoulders and backside. She shakes her head to keep it out of the way but allows that short time for a genlock archer to spear its own projectile into her hip.

Hissing through her teeth she is avenged by Dareth's spiraled antlers. The halla dodges back into the woods shortly afterwards, a ghostly flash of salvation. Within moments the arrow is suddenly kneaded from her hip. With a startled yowl the Dalish bristles and turns to find nothing but magick at work. With an embarrassed cringe she faces the hobbling Darkspawn. They're weakening from lack of order and the rallying of their leader. Blysse blinks and a very tall man looms before she and the mages.

Blysse has rarely been around the shemlen nor anyone outside of her Clan. As such human tongue is still difficult for her to grasp save for small snippets. Still the man's offer is clear but her pointed ears redden and lower. The elf shakes her head and holds up her hands, palms outward and fingers extended, shaking them just as vigorously. "Nae ma serannas, you need it." she knows enough of the human tongue to sometimes get her point across but is utterly stumped by humans overall. And no Dalish would accept help from a shemlen.