You know, I'm really starting to miss reviews :-( It hurts me right here, *points at chest * in my little black heart.
To make matters worse, I own nothing.
"One more floor," Alistair groans after kicking a genlock off of his sword, then blows a few stray pieces of hair out of his eyes,"So much for this place being empty."
Lynx forces her lyrium addled brain to focus on his words enough to formulate a reply, "Weren't you the one bitching earlier that Duncan sent you here to keep you away from the battle? Well, wish granted Chantry boy, you got your big fight, now get your sorry ass moving before I fall down."
"You know Lynx, your people skills are about as polished as a rusty nail," her fellow Warden banters jovially as he ducks under her arm and takes some of the weight off of her wounded leg, "Why don't you just heal this and be done with it?"
"A few reasons, one being that the wound is brimming with wood shards from where the arrow splintered and I would have to cut them out later, if the infection didn't kill me first. The second reason is that I must save my waning mana for whatever may be hiding behind lucky door number four," she grumbles, eying the circle mage as he downs another lyrium potion then heals the soldier they had picked up along the way, "And thirdly-for anyone counting-Unlike that idiot, I have no desire to be any more lyrium drunk than I already am."
Alistair is still quiet a few minutes later when Lynx blasts the aforementioned door off of its hinges, then hobbles up a set of stairs and across the room towards the massive fireplace encompassing the rooms far wall. Halfway there though, she freezes and falls into a defensive stance, "My Warden senses are tingling Alistair, I think there are darkspawn up here somewhere."
"Damn, that didn't take lo-Look out!" he crows just as a humongous gray skinned monstrosity comes charging out of the gloom, a severed leg raised over its horned head like a club.
Reflexively the mage tucks into a ball and rolls out of the path of the creatures, then comes up with a dagger in one hand and a steaming ball of liquid ice in the other. The beast roars its frustration at its target and Lynx shrieks back before yelling, "Come and get me you son of a bitch, I'm right here!"
It takes one step, then another, every one faster than the previous, and Lynx releases her cone of cold at it just as the circle mage sends a fireball rocketing into the thing's back. The beast howls in agony, but has no time to recover as Alistair and the other warrior begins chopping at it.
Her mana exhausted, the new Warden extracts herself from the line of fire and limps over to the oil soaked wood waiting to be lit. Even with yet another lyrium infusion, it takes all of her remaining energy to conjure a flame large enough to engulf the timbers. The force of her fire spell knocks her off kilter, but she sags with relief when the blaze instantly lights up the sky around them.
The creature that the others had been picking away at makes the stones under her shudder as it crashes to the floor fast first, but she barely notices as she tries to make out the mass of figures growing smaller on the far hill.
"No! Where is he going!" Alistair cries out as if the shadowy forms could hear every word, "You're going the wrong way!"
"Hmph, we're all going to die here after all," the apostate mumbles, unable to resist the darkness creeping into her vision, "I'm sorry Pappae."
She doesn't even feel the darkspawn arrows when they puncture her chest.
