Alayre couldn't figure out a way how to break Taashath guard and the frustration shows upon his face. His brows are furrowed down and his gray eyes fiercer than ever before. Sweat slowly slid down his brow and the loud drumming of his heart blocked out all sound. Alayre has never been this sorely tested by anyone until now. He's grateful for this feeling of adrenaline racing through his veins and for the slight hint of trepidation that follows.

When Taashath swings that massive axe again, Alayre darts over with a piercing strike aimed at the qunari's side. He's fast, too fast. The Templar must've found his second wind for he's daring to get close against this behemoth again. However, the sudden punch totally catches him in surprise. Alayre let's out a grunt when Taashath punches him square in the nose. The Templar whirls out of the way of that swinging axe on instincts alone and lingers on the side. Drops of crimson dots the ground as Alayre wipes off the blood upon the back of his hand.