Dragons and Thrones: Final War – Doom Upon All The World

Chapter 18 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Fenris

Leading his army into the city, Fenris wasted no time, impaling a Red Templar swordsman from behind on his blade, before kicking him off. He then turned and blocked the attack of another, before Isabela leapt in to cut him down. Backed up by Blackwall, Fenris began fighting against a trio of Red Templars armed with heavy swords and massive tower shields. He glowered at them.

"This will not be easy, they are working together." He muttered.

Blackwall nodded. "True, we need to find some way to break down their defences...after that we can take them down."

Fenris sighed. "I hope you're right, or we're in real trouble."

They immediately launched their attack, working together they struck, but the trio used their shields to form a wall and there was a horrendous screech as their blades cut across the shields. Fenris quickly deflected the attempted counter attack; Blackwall blocked with his shield and Fenris decided to press his advantage.

Using his Lyrium tattoos to phase, he launched himself forwards, cutting his blade in a wide arc. Once solid again he turned, he was now behind the three enemies. Blackwall attacked again, drawing their attention, two of them had been wounded by his attack, their shields were badly scarred.

"Now!" He cried.

This startled the trio and Fenris quickly cut one down, allowing Blackwall to take advantage of the surprise to kill another. Unable to defend himself effectively from two directions at once, the third also soon fell. Fenris gave the order and soon his army surged in, they had the Red Templar force pinned between their three forces now.

Cutting down another enemy, Fenris glowered, quickly stepping back, until he was standing back to back with his new companion.

'I never imagined I'd be next to her fighting together.' He reflected.

But here he was, he was currently separated from his forces which were all still fighting valiantly through the enemy, along with the forces already here and the forces from Astapor.

"I thought you were fighting alongside Hawke!" Fenris called out as he cut down another attacker.

Merrill shook her head. "We were separated...But, this..."

Fenris agreed. "Keep fighting, we'll get through this and find Hawke!"

They quickly fought back against the encroaching enemy forces.

"Fenris..." Merrill said suddenly. "We need to, everything that happened between us in Kirkwall."

He nodded slowly; worried. He knew what she was talking about, back in Kirkwall he hadn't exactly been friendly towards her. For good reason, not only due to his hatred of Mages, but her use of Blood Magic too.

"Don't, Merrill, we've all lost too much, especially after..." He began, trailing off.

They were having this talk while fighting, he couldn't help but notice that. Nevertheless, Merrill seemed to understand too, exactly what he was talking about.

"Oh I know, I know...Anders, he..." She replied sadly.

Fenris nodded. Anders death had changed everything for all of them. Anders was another he did not get along with in Kirkwall, again for personal reasons, Anders being a Mage, as well as possessed by what he claimed was a Spirit.

Still, the man had become genuinely remorseful and seeking to make amends. He also was freed of his possession, so Fenris had swallowed his usual prejudices against Mages and agreed to work together, only for that death to happen.

"It changed everything..." Fenris admitted. "We must not let such things consume us again."

Merrill nodded. "Yes, you are right."

It was unspoken, but Fenris knew they had finally made amends. They had broke free of the encirclement and, after fighting their way through more enemies on the streets finally Fenris saw him.

"There, there's Hawke there."

Merrill turned and they both bore witness to Hawke, fighting several Red Templars, including one who could only be a second in command to Samson, a Knight-Captain, single-handedly.

"Quickly, we must help him!"

Fenris agreed. "Yes, Hawke has a tendency to take on too much."

With that they hurried forwards, just as one of their rune arrows struck the Knight-Captain and injured him, while Hawke killed the remaining Red Templars. By the time Fenris and Merrill joined Hawke, only the injured Knight-Captain was present.

"Fenris, Merrill." Hawke gasped.

Fenris glared at the injured beast of a man. "I'll deal with this, the two of you go on ahead."

They were hesitant, but agreed and hurried onwards. Fenris readied himself, but then froze as, with agonized shouts, the Knight-Captain began to warp and change before his eyes, turning into, of all things, the dreaded Red Templar Behemoth.

Fenris growled.

"Of course, typical, of all things." He muttered.

The Behemoth roared and raised it's massive malformed left arm about to bring it down on top of him. Fenris quickly rolled out of the way causing the attack to miss, but it was very close too close for comfort.

Narrowing his eyes he attempted to attack, his blade struck the hand, the creature gave a moan, but lifted its hand and straightened up again, barely injured. Fenris tightened his grip, this wasn't good, he'd need to figure something out quickly, before it was too late.

'This isn't good, I need to...wait, that could work, but I've never used so much power before, what if...' He thought but quickly composed himself. 'There is no other choice.'

So he focused, more than he ever had before and gathered as much strength as he could, activating his Lyrium tattoos and becoming a Lyrium ghost, it was the most power he had put into this ability ever before and it showed.

Glowing with power he made his attack, phasing through its own attack and soon he had cut through it several times until finally he struck the core and, with a powerful shout he cut right through it's core, severing it in two and then, with a blast of Lyrium energy, destroyed it, he only just made it back to the safety of the ground before becoming solid again. He gasped and staggered back, weary, but relieved.

For the Behemoth collapsed, falling apart into pieces.

'Need to, need to recover, quickly...'

His thoughts were desperate, he couldn't stay out of the battle for too long. He needed to recover, they still needed to fight on, to achieve victory.

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