The shock at Krem's ankle rattles him to the core, and suddenly, this isn't a friendly spar anymore. He arm clamps down on Dorian's neck hard, putting him in a true headlock as Krem's weight is thrown back. Not only does Dorian's face hit the dirt, it does so in such a way that it's ground in, and Krem twists to put his hand on the back of the Mage's head. His knee ends up in the small of Dorian's back, pinning one of his hands there while the other boot comes and pins his free hand to the ground. Even if Dorian were to kick out, he would likely find it difficult to find enough purchase to do more than wiggle ineffectually under the Charger's pin.

A moment of thunderous pulsing in his ears, then the world comes back to him, and Krem freezes. This isn't Tevinter. He's not being chased. He might have legitimately injured one of the few mages from his homeland that didn't want to take him to some prison in Minrathous for desertion.

"Kaffas..." He hisses and pulls his weight away, sitting in the dirt and rubbing a slightly shaky hand across his brow. "Penitet. Stolidus quod."