The clean thud of the mage's head coincides perfectly with the lift of that pressure from the Fade. Like a bruise healing all at once, too quickly; a weird relief. Bellamy grabs his sword first. Then he grabs hold of Herian's hand and uses it as leverage to haul himself up. The body keels over in counterbalance.

Of the few remaining archers, most of them haven't made it far from the site of the incineration Herian set against them. Bellamy keeps his eye on them, stoops to grab hold of the dead rogues dagger and yank it out of the mage's corpse.

"The other one," he says, like she needs reminding, the rogue, currently unaccounted for. He's got to be saying what she's thinking, they both know it's not ended with the dead mage--and perhaps Bellamy would have followed up with something more, but the rogue's arrival preempts that. The bastard has circled around behind them and now leaps forward, with a yell. Two daggers, like his dead compatriot, and it's Herian he goes for, in a Backstab. Bellamy reacts without thinking, turns to block that strike as best as he can with his sword.

The fight is in close now. Bellamy heaves bodily forward, shoves the rogue back and releases the clash of their blades, but the rogue only darts forward again, cuts broad across Bellamy with a sweep of his second dagger and some insult in Dalish.