varhellathen: (✧ to the heart that's coming home)
Lᴀsᴜʟᴀʜɴ Lᴀᴠᴇʟʟᴀɴ ([personal profile] varhellathen) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2020-11-13 01:58 am (UTC)

[ Lasulahn gasps as Wrathion's arm clutches about his waist, pulls him - to safety.

He stares in surprise, for just a moment, looking between the spike that would have certainly impaled him, and his new companion.
]

Thank you, [ he says, breathless, and then nods his reassurance before the other returns to the fray. He's not entirely sure what to think of that wink, but he keeps his focus.

Dorian moves to assist Sera and Varric in their defense against the rest of the Red Templars, and soon there is panicked shouting as each of the abominations appear to lose their wits, either frozen still or rushing about. One even strikes his fellow. Sera cackles, calling something smart over her shoulder to the mage.

Lasulahn focuses on the behemoth with the rest of his party. The tortured beast was perhaps immune to the elements and the effects of them, but it was not immune to the Fade itself. The Anchor sparks with magic, and the Veil shimmers briefly in the air, a rift forming and drawing the behemoth to it, immobilizing it enough for the opportunity of a critical strike to finally kill it.
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