[ closed ] go ahead and cry little girl, nobody does it like you do

[elegiaque]

WHO: Gwenaëlle Vauquelin, Lex Luthor, Alistair, Bellamy Blake, Thranduil, Herian Amsel.
WHAT: Comte Vauquelin has information and records for the Inquisition. A small group including his daughter go to collect it. Everything is fine.
WHEN: End of Kingsway.
WHERE: Orlais, the Vauquelin estate.
NOTES: Violence, character death, assholes.

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[dashing]

Vines pulled tight over her ribs, and she was half certain they would see her crushed were the mage free to fully focus, rather than simply struggling for her breath. Her Spirit Blade cuts them away, her lungs feel raw with the chance to breathe fully, and she has not a moment to relish it. The mage is bleeding fiercely, but Dalish are dangerous until their last breath, no matter their ties to the Fade.

She lunges forward, and in her head she remembers the abomination, the child turned demon with lyrium crystalising over his wounds and her sword not being enough, and no one deserves a fate so slow or messy, Dalish or no. All her strength goes unto the strike, and the solid magic of her blade makes the parting of flesh and sinew and bone seem momentarily less messy than it might truly be. The mage's head falls from his body, the magic dissipates, and she has turned before the rest of him hits the ground, holding a hand to Bellamy to pull him up.

She would ask him if he can stand, if he is harmed, but she will have to do it with a look and a nod, because it seems they do not have time for more if rogues remain on the field.

[nonsibi]

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.