"I'm going to cast horror," Dorian asserts, brushing aside strategy without looking, coolly confident in his own ability and what he thinks would work best against a Tevinter mage and his handpicked outfit. "In the first instance. They'll make for easier targets, perhaps disrupt whatever thrall they have over their pet demons, if we're lucky. And then 'some fire', certainly."

He glances back at Kaidan, a little doubtful. "Be it on your head if you really wish to go running at them. I'd rather not immediately waste my mana casting a barrier so you can hit eight ranged fighters with a stick."