Snippet #1491764

Bruce narrowed his eyes as he peered into the darkness of the tunnel. He had to admit that although he wasn’t a lot into poetry and literature, he did acknowledge the atmosphere and tension that that darkness created. In this situation, he could feel the small hair on his neck rising; despite not being a warden and sharing their tainted bloodline, he could sense the evil that lurked within, he couldn’t pinpoint where it was (like the wardens could) however being a man of a strong faith it didn’t require tainted blood to tell such a thing.

“Darkspawns…I’m curious, Antius, the Dwarves, haven’t they been in war with the Darkspawns for centuries? Or have the never truly send actual armies into the Deep Roads to cleanse the world from these abominations?” Bruce had never really been in contact with the Dwarves; thereby he knew little of their culture, religion or their whole lifestyle.

Bruce didn’t really manage to get an answer from Antius before they were under attack by the Dawkspawns. Personally, Bruce found Antius’ question rather ridiculous; whether the group was to spend precious seconds to form a battle plan or if they were to let their instincts take over. Bruce normally favored the later and thus drew his sword and lifted up his shield as he ran along with the others.

A well placed Shield Bash knocked the first Hurlock off its feet, and then stabbed through it’s groin. Sidestepping another attack, Bruce’s sword was inside the belly of a dwarven sized Darkspsawn. Ripping the sword out, the inner organs spilled out, much to Bruce’s disgust. The almost black blood and the sight of the organs made his stomach turn in distaste.

Looking up, he saw another Darkspawn was upon him, and the circle continued. Dodge, sidestep, faint, attack, kill, and repeat. The circle of battle was broken as a roar was heard, swiftly followed by a golden light that set one of the darkspawns afire. Bruce turned and was about to yell at Antius for keeping his spells in check, however he was cut short as he caught a brief glimpse at a figure that moved through the shadows. Quickly as a dog, yet silent as a snake; it showed no mercy to the darkspawns as it bit, scratched and…Breathed fire?

Maker be with us, Bruce quickly prayed as his mind raced as for how they would possibly stand against a small dragon while fighting darkspawns. Bruce, though his years of dedication to the arts of the Templars, he had never, ever received any form of instructions as for how to stand face to face with a dragon.
“Antius…Asmara, I hope that you have some form of tricks up in your sleeve for this,” Bruce called, slightly nervous.