Leliana
"I want the world back." The blade sliced the young man's throat easily, darkness oozed from the wound, spreading over the stone floor. Alexius cried out, releasing a bolt of blazing green energy that knocked her to the ground, but Leliana was beyond caring. The Inquisitor, who only moments before had been threatening the man now seemed aghast, albeit slightly impressed.
"That was something I would do." The woman sighed, obviously not quite seeing it as a compliment. Leliana could not stop to think, to comprehend, she had given them only one option; fight or die- there was no room left for diplomacy or threats. The demons were coming. The Inquisitor wasted no time, she slipped a blade from the Iron Bull's belt and drove it into the skull of Alexius. "I am sorry Dorian, but we can still do what we came all this way to do, besides rescue Leliana, that is. It seems we have been given little choice but to make a stand here. I need you to work on that spell, now." Dorian seemed to understand, and immediately set to work tyring to reverse the deeds of his former mentor.
"I have seen the amulet being used in Minrathous but I will need approximately an hour to figure out the spell to use it." He called, viewing the object with a frown creasing his brow.
Leliana spoke up. "An hour? That's impossible! You must go now."
"I would seem we don't have an hour." The Inquisitor was sure to give Leliana a slightly pointed look, as if her revenge had been somehow unwarranted. "Do what you can, Dorian. We will hold the Venatori off as long as possible." The comment was sarcastic, or perhaps the Inquisitor was merely irritated, because as she spoke, a series of screeches filled the air, causing the ground around the party to shake, drawing nearer with every passing moment. Stones fell from the ceiling; Leliana still seethed with rage at her captors, but attempted to put her feelings aside in the cold light of the Inquisitor's yellow gaze. "The Elder One comes." The elf, Sera had begun to speak, imploring the Inquisitor to listen.
"That's how they won, how it won…" the girl seemed distraught, the Qunari next to her stepped forward, looking only at the Inquisitor.
"We'll head out front; keep them off your tail." The Inquisitors fists clenched as she opened her mouth to speak, clearly unhappy, but the Qunari slowly nodded, saying something louder than words, it seemed. And with a gentle incline of the head from them both, the elf and the Qunari turned towards the oncoming fight, closing the doors behind them.
"Cast your spell. You have as much time as I have arrows" Leliana moved past them all, taking up a defensive position in front of the door before the platform on which only Dorian and Raen now stood. Leliana could barely hear the Inquisitor's response to her words, a simple and whispered threat; if they die for your mistake, there will be consequences. So she did care more than she let on after all.
The doors burst open in a blast of light, Leliana began to pray; she would need more than skill to survive this. "Though darkness closes in, I am shielded by flame." A hoard of demons spilled across the floor as Felix's blood had only minutes before. The pale and limp body of Sera was thrown to the ground at her feet. "Andraste guide me." Arrow after arrow sunk into the unnatural bodies of the wretches and Venatori soldiers alike, yet they were still advancing. "Maker take me to your side." An arrow pierced her shoulder. She could hear the Inquisitor move behind her.
Dorian intervened, "You move, and we all die!" Reinforcements swarmed Leliana as the amulet finally reopened the rift. She had a perfect view of it as one of the soldiers grabbed her from behind, choking her with a sharp gauntlet. This was the end, after all she had been through, and this was to be her end. Maker help them all.
"I don't have to move." The Inquisitor murmured. The soldier holding Leliana cried out in pain, blood leaking from his eyes and face as slashes appeared all over his body, soon his companions followed suit. What had she done? They were sufficiently distracted by the wounds rapidly searing from their every limb, this was Leliana's chance. Perhaps it was only the beginning.