Cormac had been lost in' let's remember' when the first Templar made his move. The giant blocked the intended swing and shattered the Templar's wrist with a simple block of his forearm against the encroaching sword hand.

The next Templar failed much worse, missed a frontal assault, and was lifted by one hand, and slammed two feet into the ground, every bone from his skull to both femurs pulverized on impact, his armor - flattened.

Cormack grinned as he casually, mockingly so, advanced on the Templar captain, "Got anything for posterity, like... please don't kill me?"

"Never DEMON, I'll..."

CRACK!

Cormack swatted him casually, and broke his neck clean from his spine; his head hung at an odd angle off his armored shoulders before he fell lifeless to the ground.

This farce of a battle continued for all of another five minutes as the still entranced Templar's continued to die in the service of the Tevinter blood-mage.

Three tried their hands at once: two grabbed each of his hands out to his sides, as one attacked from the front.

"I love these Orleasian delicacies," Cormack laughed, then mashed the frontal attacker between the two holding him, killing all three as they stuck together in one mass, "a crêpe de Templar."

Still the rest did not run, even as he beat them each into a steel encrusted, red gushing pile of screaming, twitching entrails, broken bones and terror filled eyes.

Frustrated with the one on one not discouraging them, Cormack beat them to death with each other.

The blood mage, who had recognized Cormack from the description left from witnesses to the 'whipping' he gave the healer fifteen years ago was miles away. He was confident he had lost him, ardent toward this innocent girl, and resentful of the incursion on his careful, brilliant plan. A true Tevinter. In other words a self-deluded, self-destructive stupid prick... and now all alone in the woods - with Lilith Cousland.

He looked around at the empty woods, took in his sweet innocent 'charge' and made to put his 'spell' on her.

She moved first."Thank you," she sighed, and pressed her trembling form against his unimpressive chest, her nails poking into the greying skin of his slender, delicate wrists, "I never thought I'd get out of there with my life's blood, I cannot thank you enough brave sir," She kissed him softly, tasting his thin lips with her blood-red, full mouth, teased his tongue into her mouth, then opened her eyes, almost glowing with giddy joy, and sank her teeth into the soft, warm, wet intruder.

The Tevinter was caught by her hands as they dug into his wrists, draining his blood from them till his hands went numb.

She smiled as she bit the tip of his tongue off and spat it out, her saliva having delivered a potent venom, numbed his jaw slack, and paralyzed his face. She stroked his traumatized cheek, and smiled, "my hero," she hissed and licked the blood oozing from his tongue, "Mmm, waste not, want not," she giggled.

His eyes watched as she did the unthinkable for a blood-mage, sucked his life's blood from his wounded tongue, and swallowed it hungrily like a nursing calf feeding off a cow's udder. she was not using it as a tool, she was using it as a piece of bread, a source of nutrition, turning it into piss in the end. Blasphemy!

"Bite your tongue," she giggled, "Not true.," she said as she read his thoughts, "I'm using your sweet blood to do what I just did, know your thoughts, find your secret hiding places, your plans, your true loves, your families, your gods, your favorite color, your private sins, your lords, your spells... your soul, THEN I'm turning it into... well, your right, pee." she licked her lips as she savored his fear.

He pissed himself; the yellow liquid stained his silk breeches and his satin shoes as it puddled under his trembling feet.

"YES," she laughed, "THAT'S the stuff! A literal translation, not at all expected of a Tevinter. First time a man did that for me." It hadn't been for her.

"Hey!," her brother said from behind her, "I thought you only drank their blood... good to see your more open minded."

"Funny. Still healthier than what you drink."

"Hey three day old nugs milk mixed with refined lyrium is... well, gross. Don't forget you need his head for the confirmation."

"you mean to make HER wet? Our hot-blooded High Seeker? Brother, you should just take her! What can she do? Let her fight you! It will only make her want you more, make her nipples hard, and soak her breaches when you rip her armor from her proud Orleasian breasts and her warm wet, and believe me, willing loins. She want's her mate to best her! EARN her body brother! Don't worry, she thinks of these things... often. More often than a servant of the Divine should."

"It is a Cousland, but NOT me, she wants to be claimed by... Lilith, I know how you love the Orleasian culture, perhaps a 'deeper knowing' of the Seeker's 'inner circle' would lighten your moods.I'm certain she' allow you to uncover some of her more 'intimate' secrets," Her brother teased, "end him and lets find the girl."

"Would you rather I didn't know the secrets of others? Without blood-mage heads, and dead, corrupted Templars, would the luscious Cassandra let us be so... open in our natures? Hmm... I wonder if your right about her. I've wanted to sample her family label for a while, intriguing."

"Lilith," it was Morrigan, with the frightened Orleasian girl, "end the twit."

"Well, not with the little sprite here," Lilith said, "I do have some manners."

"Cormack," Morrigan said to her son, "come on, she'll bring the...," she looked at the girl at her knees, "ball."

The three departed. Lilith grinned playfully at the Tevinter, "Alone at last," she sighed and walked around him predatory, her hand on his shoulders. "Do you know what my storybook was growing up? A spell book, my granny's. Do you know my Granny? Flemeth? I know a lot more then you do... food, a lot more, and I'm half your age. I know for instance that you need a certain art to make big animals from little creatures like me. But, seeing as I am as 'gifted' as I am, and I do love the Orleasian culture... how about a Wyvern?"

The blood mage final regained the power of speech, long enough to gurgle out a scream as Lilith transformed into the creäture, and ate all but his head; careful to lick up all the blood. On transforming back, bagging the head and wiping the blood from her face she smiled, "Nothing like doing right to make you feel good."