"Maker's..." Three at once. Of course it's three at once. People with swords... He doesn't bother finishing either spoken sentence or thought one, instead casting to wrap arcane prisons around two of the charging ones before setting them on fire.

There are altogether too many of these things across Thedas. Anders will not be sad when they're gone. If they're gone. The red lyrium has spread with frightening speed, though it's not really something he wants to think about. Better to just face what's currently in front of them.

"Shout if you're hurt!" This is his first time in combat with most of these people. With familiarity he'd be able to see who is slowing, faltering, without needing to be told, but he doesn't want to risk it this battle.