Her stomach churns at the sight of the...the creature. It's no comrade of hers, no one she's known personally. But what red lyrium represented to a Templar was terrifying enough on its own.

Morrigan was facing the mage, she'd dispelled what she could. Maria pivoted on her heel, aiming to charge directly into the path of the Red Templar. If anyone would be bearing the brunt of it's attacks, it would be her. And her plate mail and shield.