Dragons and Thrones: A Reborn Terror

Chapter 35 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin. Dragon Age belongs to Bioware.

Hawke

Hawke silently cursed himself for allowing his attention to wander; now here they were, about to attacked by a dragon. All three of them looked around frantically for the dragon that had roared; then they spotted it.

'Of all things, a High Dragon.' He thought in dismay. 'Not just any High Dragon either, that must be…'

It drew closer and they began to see it more clearly. Like all High Dragon's it was huge, with a massive wingspan; the scales were varying shades of red, darker underneath than above, flecks of greenish-blue covered the lower body, some parts of the legs and the wing membrane. It had two slightly curved horns and masses of razor sharp teeth, a row of massive spikes covered its long tail, it was drawing closer and its threat even more apparent.

Isabela shook her head. "Not good."

Hawke agreed, revealing what he had discovered. "Certainly not, that's the, Abyssal High Dragon."

The Dragon was well known, legends spoken about it; this would not be an easy battle. Hiding was no option, the only hiding places were crumbling pillars which the Dragon could easily get around or knock down. They had no choice but to face it.

"Quickly, spread out, get ready to fight!" Hawke called.

The others nodded and quickly moved into position while Hawke stepped back, keeping his eyes on the dragon.

The Dragon landed with a powerful roar and immediately its gaze swept its surroundings, picking up on all three of them. Knowing they would be in trouble if they let their guard down for even a second, Hawke acted first. Focusing his magic he drew his hand back, gathering the power of ice and lancing a Winter's Grasp spell directly at the dragon.

he Dragon took the blow and hissed before leaping towards Hawke. He quickly rolled out of the way as it raked the ground he had just been standing on with its talons. Merrill began casting several rapid spells which Hawke began to back her up on. It wasn't easy, as standing still to really focus and cast a powerful spell was becoming a luxury.

Isabela darted in between the dragon's legs, cutting here and there, also dodging the crossfire of spells and the dragon's talons. Merrill only narrowly avoided the dragon's gaping maw as it attempted to bite her. Taking a chance Isabela began to clamber up a nearby pillar. Hawke meanwhile began casting any powerful ice magic he could.

The dragon's hard scales were blunting most of their attacks, but it was clear the cold of the ice was getting through.

"Keep going!" Hawke called out. "Merrill, quickly, together!"

Merrill nodded, calling back. "Right!"

They both launched their spells together and struck the dragon; which then stumbled back slightly. At that moment Isabela leapt from the pillar she had climbed and landed on its back.

Hawke watched desperately as Isabela held on tightly while the dragon reared and shook its long neck, she kept her grip and soon reached her destination, the small hollow where the back of the dragon's head met the neck. With a cry of effort she thrust her daggers into the one weak spot all dragons have. The dragon shrieked and jerked its head, throwing her off.

She landed on her feet however, daggers ready again. The dragon had definitely been hurt by that last attack and let out a powerful screeching roar in defiance. Just then an arrow whistled through the air and struck one of its eyes.

"What?!" Merrill gasped.

The then spotted the archer, who was part of a group, many of them all ready with weapons. At the head of the group was a large figure with horns, a Qunari armed with a large Battleaxe.

He then called out to the group. "Chargers; let's go!"

With that the group yelled a challenge and joined the battle, ready to fight the Dragon. Startled by its new opponents the dragon decided to even the odds and reared back.

"Look out!"

Hawke yelled and everybody was forced to dodge as the dragon let loose its fiery breath. The dragon kept up the torrent of fire as it turned, attempting to hit as many people as possible. Luckily Hawke's warning had been on time and they dodged, some only narrowly, but nobody ended up seriously burned. The dragon wasn't done yet however and lashed out with its tail.

They had to dodge that too, but then a second strike came and Merrill screamed as the tail slammed into her, sending her flying back, landing in a heap some distance away.

Hawke watched this in horror and then rage consumed him; a dangerous thing for Mage, but Hawke was past caring.

"Merrill!" He cried.

His rage grew and his magic began to gather, the ripples of the Fade around him growing more intense until Hawke knew he was practically screaming his position to any nearby demons. But he didn't care; instead he began rapidly launching several ice elemental spells, creating a practical blizzard which weakened the dragon.

It roared but sounded much weaker; taking advantage of this, Isabela darted in and cut at its legs before the dragon toppled to the ground, weakened but still alive. At that moment, the Qunari hurried in and raised his axe before bringing it down sharply onto the dragon's head and finally it stilled, dead.

While everyone fought to catch their breath; Hawke hurried to Merrill's side. To his relief, when he reached her, she coughed and opened her eyes, groaning.

"Merrill…"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Hawke, Thank the Creators, is, is the Dragon…?"

He nodded and she looked relieved. "I'm alright Hawke, just…just a pain in my side."

Hawke smiled gently, kneeling down and putting a hand to her side.
"Here, let me." He said softly.

He knew it was risky after his latest display, but he didn't care, he worked his magic and healed Merrill; her injuries mostly being internal, a few broken ribs, she had got lucky. Soon Merrill was back on her feet and, with a grin, she embraced Hawke and they kissed.

Finally, recovering from their encounter, Hawke, Merrill and Isabela turned to the Qunari and his group. They were busy taking stock of their own injuries and recovering, checking their equipment. The Qunari was pulling a few teeth from the Dragon's mouth. Like many Qunari he was tall, muscular, with prominent horns, he had a small black beard and moustache and notably, an eyepatch over his left eye.

"Excuse me." Hawke said.

The Qunari turned to them. "Ah, nothing like a good Dragon fight to get the blood pumping. I suppose introductions are in order; I'm Iron Bull, leader of the Bull's Chargers. This is my lieutenant; Cremisius Aclassi."

Iron Bull gestured to the person who approached, the figure was relatively young, a human with short brown hair, shaved along the sides and back with brown eyes.

"Pleasure." Cremisius said pleasantly; turning to Iron Bull. "Grim took a small claw wound to the leg Chief, otherwise we're unharmed."

Iron Bull nodded, seemingly pleased.

"So, what exactly are you doing here?" Hawke asked carefully.

Iron Bull smiled and spoke calmly. "What else, we're a mercenary company, between jobs at the moment. We were looking for more work, or simply a good challenge. You seem to be up to something big, perhaps we could help."

Hawke couldn't deny he was suspicious, after all Iron Bull and his company seemed to be evasive for their true reasons for being here. But they needed help and so they accepted, ready to continue searching for more clues.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.