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

Chapter 25 of my crossover story, enjoy.

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Hawke

Blasting back one of the enemy soldiers with a spell, Hawke looked around, the battle was still raging, but to his relief, he could see their plan was working. They were gaining the advantage, their flanking attack had worked and the Red Templars, now the sole force left fighting against them here, were being forced to back down.

'We have lost allies, many have died...but not in vain.' Hawke swore. 'We will win this battle, we will ensure that these monsters cannot harm anyone else, ever again.'

With that he swiftly took down another enemy and turned to Merrill who was fighting alongside him.

"Merrill, we need to..."

She nodded. "I know Hawke, I'm with you, let's go."

Determined they pressed on, all around them, the battle raged. Hawke looked around at the battles going on, Blackwall and Iron Bull were encircled, fighting back to back, proving that despite being trapped, they were still more than a match for their enemies. Isabela had regrouped with Fenris who had recovered and both were holding their own.

All around, on various rooftops, their archers were taking over and turning the tide, blocking the enemy advance. Meanwhile, the various allied forces of Essos all fought valiantly, for every one that died, they took as many with them as possible. Yet still the Red Templars fought on, showing no fear.

Hawke grimaced seeing this.

"We need to find some way to change this, before our allies lose heart." He muttered.

Merrill bit her lip. "Hawke, maybe it's..."

She didn't need to finish, Hawke knew exactly what she meant, he nodded. It was the most likely circumstance. They continued to press onwards, fighting their way through.

As they did so, Hawke noted gladly. 'They've fallen into our trap...perfect, now we just need to ensure the trap is sprung, but to do that, we need to make them start to retreat.'

If Merrill's suspicions were right, then there was only one way to do that. So they pressed onwards, desperately seeking out their main target. It did not take them long, for as soon as they reached one of the more elevated areas of the city, offering a good view of the rest of the city and even the docks, they found him, standing as if waiting for them.

Samson.

Hawke paused, looking carefully at Samson, he looked different this time. His armour looked cracked, fractured, yet still durable and still dangerous, he wasn't wielding that Red Lyrium blade any longer, but instead held another sword. He also looked ill, drawn, his eyes deeply sunken and his cheeks hollow, his skin had lost all colour and, if anything, he looked even worse than he had when he was stuck as a beggar in Kirkwall.

That didn't stop him from smirking as he saw them however and raising his sword.

"Ah, excellent, I was wondering when at least two of the big rats would show up." He sneered. "And such a great prize too..."

Hawke shook his head. "Give it up Samson, you're men are already lost."

Samson snorted. "Pah, I have plenty more on those ships, just waiting for the order to attack. We are a relentless wave Hawke, no matter how much resistance you put up, you will all die here. Nothing can stop Corypheus and his grand design, I guarantee it, I will see it happen, no matter the cost!"

Merrill glowered and shook her head. "You are lost to your madness, killing you would be a mercy."

"Mercy...That may be what he deserves." Hawke remarked, shaking his head.

Samson however snarled, as if insulted. "Don't you dare pretend to pity me, when I am an agent of the greatest force to ever exist! You shouldn't pity me, what is there to pity!"

Hawke, sighed, he'd heard enough, and so had Merrill. They immediately responded to his shout with their spells. Only for them to fizzle out before actually striking Samson, his Templar powers at work. With a dry smile, he readied his sword, it was clear now, they were in for a difficult battle.

Hawke looked over at Merrill, worried. They were both Mages, Samson was a Templar, this would not be an easy battle, especially due to his abilities. But they had no choice, they had to finish things, now.

"Merrill..." Hawke said softly.

She just nodded and he returned the nod. They focused on Samson carefully, as he made the first move. He didn't even more towards them, or use his sword, he used his Red Lyrium instead, forming a razor edged projectile that flew towards Merrill; but she quickly dodged the attack.

Hawke attempted to use the opening to strike with a fireball, but Samson contemptuously deflected the attack, using his sword and Templar powers to do so. He then lunged, attempting to impale Hawke. Hawke dodged, but was cut on the side, as was Merrill, when, before she could attack, Samson spun and lashed out at her with his sword.

'This is not good, not good at all...' Hawke noted worriedly.

Samson had just deflected more spells from him and Merrill and was rapidly turning the battle in his favour, wounding them with as many attacks as he could. Hawke couldn't deny he was in worse condition though, due to intercepting attacks meant for Merrill.

But Hawke was not going to give up, especially when Samson pinned Merrill down with his boot. Just then a loud shout came from their allies, a shout of triumph. Seeing Samson distracted, Hawke wasted no time, charging his staff with as much magical energy as he could, he attacked. Samson cried out, gasping in pain as the staff thrust through his chest.

Hawke pulled it out sharply and Samson staggered, allowing Merrill to stand. He turned to them, eyes wide with disbelief before finally falling, dead at last.

Hawke staggered and would have fallen had Merrill not caught him.
"Hawke, we..."

He shook his head. "No time, Merrill; we need to, put the last part of our plan into action."

Grimacing she nodded and they moved up to the edge of the platform. The Red Templars were fleeing, now all aboard their ships and sailing away. Hawke swiftly cast his spell, striking the ships with lighting and destroying their sails and masts, leaving them stranded. But before he could cast the last spell, to finish things off once and for all, it happened.

The world spun, he heard Merrill crying his name, then, everything was engulfed in blackness.

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

Well, things are getting interesting, we're getting towards the end of the battles now, just four more chapters to go, two more at the Wall and one each for the Arbor Wilds and Slavers Bay.