[ Fenris draws the greatsword from his back, scowling, his lyrium brands flashing pale and bright against the dark sky. ]
You're not dying out here, mage. I'm not explaining your corpse to Hawke.
[ They will make it through this, and they will find her. Fenris has survived this long. He's endured hell before and come out swinging, and he has little intention of stopping now. Even if, like Anders, he's not as young as he once was. Even if he's not quite as fast, even if he worries that the lyrium bound to his veins is slowly driving him mad or killing him or both.
He brandishes the sword at whatever's scrabbling up over the rocks, and he hisses. ]
What is it, then? Demon, or darkspawn?
[ He's just going to lunge at it recklessly regardless, but he figures if anyone can give him a second's forewarning, it's Anders. Being both mage and Grey Warden, as he is. ]
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[ Fenris draws the greatsword from his back, scowling, his lyrium brands flashing pale and bright against the dark sky. ]
You're not dying out here, mage. I'm not explaining your corpse to Hawke.
[ They will make it through this, and they will find her. Fenris has survived this long. He's endured hell before and come out swinging, and he has little intention of stopping now. Even if, like Anders, he's not as young as he once was. Even if he's not quite as fast, even if he worries that the lyrium bound to his veins is slowly driving him mad or killing him or both.
He brandishes the sword at whatever's scrabbling up over the rocks, and he hisses. ]
What is it, then? Demon, or darkspawn?
[ He's just going to lunge at it recklessly regardless, but he figures if anyone can give him a second's forewarning, it's Anders. Being both mage and Grey Warden, as he is. ]