Sebastian and Justice hit the floor with a crash, and Sebastian saw stars as his head hit the cobbled floors. Before he could gather his wits to respond, the spirit's fist slammed into his head.

"You will regret the day you stood against the mages!" Justice roared.

Sebastian responded with a swift kick to the groin, which slowed Justice slightly, but not enough. "Do you truly think your mortal strength can stop me?" Justice growled, punctuated with a devastating pulse of chaotic energy to Sebastian's face. Sebastian yelled in pain, and flailed his arms, fist connecting hard with the side of Justice's head. The spirit's neck cracked audibly, but it had little effect. Justice pulled his arm back, a ball of fire gracing his hand, ready to hit Sebastian once again. Before he could, Hawke jumped into the fray, and landed on top of Justice, winding Sebastian in the process.

"You will not touch him!" Hawke yelled. "There has been enough death caused by you, he will not be another victim!" In the commotion that Carroll's introduction to the fight caused, Sebastian managed to wrestle himself free from the spirit's grasp. Drawing his dagger, he plunged it up to the hilt into the spirit's chest, but to no avail. Justice directed his attention back to Sebastian, who nimbly stepped backwards, avoiding his wild swipes. Now there was space, two of the guardsmen ran into the room, swords drawn, and pinned Justice into a corner. Sebastian briefly registered that Brear wasn't with them, and hoped she was alright. Turning back to the spirit, and wishing he had kept two daggers on his person, Sebastian's eyes widened as Justice began to glow blue, cracks appearing in what was left of Anders's skin, and intense light shining from the hole in his throat.

"Men! Get down!" Sebastian bellowed, throwing himself to the ground, but his warning came too late for the two soldiers. With a speed so fast that it could barely be seen by the naked eye, Justice's arm swept out, his bare arm, and beheaded the two men, cleaving flesh from bone as easily as a knife through fat. As what was left of the guardsmen collapsed onto the floor in a boneless, bloody heap, the spirit turned its attention back to Sebastian. Justice's voice – pure Justice now, not a hint of Anders, boomed out, ear-splittingly loud in the small space.

"Now it is your turn." Sebastian stood up quickly, but not quickly enough, for the spirit seemed to have got used to being in a new body now, and his rage afforded him incredible speed. Justice stepped over to Sebastian, and in the blink of an eye had him in a chokehold against the wall. Sebastian choked and sputtered for breath – without his bow, he had no chance of taking the spirit down, close combat had never been his thing.

"I'll give you your dues," Sebastian choked out, "You are the strongest abomination I've fought so far." Incensed, Justice pulled him back, and slammed him against the wall with incredible force.

"Abomination, is it? Says the supporter of the heretical Chantry, who would oppress all mages due to one woman's carelessly spoken words?" Although the edges of his vision were going blurry, and he figured he was about to pass out, Sebastian ran his tongue round his mouth, and spat in the spirit's eye.

"Do not speak... of your betters that... way... demon." Justice slammed him against the wall again, this time adding a burst of electricity that would have made Sebastian cry out in pain had he any breath left in his lungs.

"On second thoughts, don't speak at all." Justice didn't appear to hear him, and Sebastian wondered if he had said it out loud or just thought it. The spirit hit him with a wave of all-consuming white hot fire, and the last thing Sebastian processed was that his hair was on fire as he slipped into oblivion.

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Hawke sat by and watched with horror as two men were reduced to nothing but bones, meat, and ashes by the possessed body of one who had been his lover. He had no lyrium potions on his person, and no way to access any either. He was out of mana still, thanks to several holy smites by the probably well-meaning templar. He had no teammates at his back save Sebastian, who was currently...

Fuck.

Hawke had two choices. Let his friend die, which was going to happen soon if he didn't intervene. Or do the unthinkable, and use blood magic.

The decision wasn't really his to make. Though he supposed that's what all blood mages said.

Drawing his dagger from his belt, Hawke closed his eyes as he drew the blade to his chest. Taking a deep breath, he slammed it in to the hilt, and nearly fell to his knees as the blood swirled in the air around him.

And people do this regularly?

Concentrating, as it was a ritual he had never used before, but witnessed from Merrill and others many times in Kirkwall, Carroll sent a destructive tendril of magic out towards his lover's reanimated corpse.

"Goodbye, Anders. I hope you can rest easy now." he whispered, as spools of his own blood carved flesh from bone. Justice turned to him, but he was too late for him to react. The spirit screamed as it left Anders's body, though whether with rage, or pain, Hawke couldn't tell. Ander's body turned to ashes, still smouldering lightly on the ground, and Hawke collapsed down beside Sebastian from blood loss.

The last thing he remembered doing before he passed out was putting the blood that poured from his chest wound to good use healing Sebastian.

Thus no-one was awake to hear a near-silent declaration from a disembodied voice.

"I will be back."