Jasper Bryland
The battle raged around him, but Jasper was cool as an icicle, for the most part. He noted the Drake emerge from the cave, and was instantly on his guard. Still, Kujo's reaction was enough to put him somewhat at ease, and he gradually fought his way in that direction, seeking to stem the tide of Darkspawn at its source. Of course, this was much more easily said than done, and he was caught up in an engagement with multiple spawn before he had the chance to make much headway.
But ah, this was what he lived for. The singing of steel meeting steel, the clang of blades on armor and shields, the erratic rhythm of footfalls on the ground, the staccato sound of breaths passing gustily to and from lungs- this was the sweetest kind of music of all. Cash's song echoed over the clearing, and Jasper frowned slightly. Yes, a sharpening of reflex was always to be welcomed, but he disliked winning his engagements on anything that wasn't his own skill. Still, he supposed, in the end it was still his arms and blades that were doing the work.
A hurlock's head went flying, and Jasper grinned heedless of his blood-spattered visage. It was something a little intimidating, really, and he was known to play it up for the sake of inducing fear when his opponents were slavers or smugglers or bandits. It was a fine line to walk, between surrendering to the sheer revelry of a challenge and maintaining one's dignified composure and rational mind. It was a line he had been tightrope-walking since he was too young, and the delicate finesse required was a demand all its own.
Tal’Vashoth
Tal'Vashoth knew no such line, nor such finesse. Upon a battlefield, the Qunari was concentrated, enraged destruction. As soon as the first Darkspawn had made a lunge for Kadan, the head of his axe had buried itself deep in the genlock's skull, splitting it gruesomely in two. Positioning himself to block her view of this, he kept cleaving for as long as they kept coming.
The red haze of berserk and bravery scarcely allowed for identification between friend and foe, but he tried to keep away from Kadan's friends, and assuming they kept well away from him as well, he would pose no danger to anything that was not a darkspawn. He saw the drake appear, but it was too far away from him to do anything about. Instead, he swung his weapon with extreme prejudice, and it solidly connected with a Hurlock Alpha's chest, crushing the creature's armor and ribcage alike.
Consumed in his misty hatred for all things that would presume to stand against that which he cared about, he bellowed and placed more force behind each swing, making his strikes shattering blows. No Darkspawn would slip through to the mages behind if he had anything to say about the matter.