[ The pain is dizzying, sparks tearing their way through his nerves, burning and numbing alike. But Dorian hauls Lasulahn to his feet, and the Inquisitor shakes himself off as best he can.
The demon thrashes violently in Wrathion's grip, but has also grown tired, worn down by mage and blade and arrow. In a moment where the demon stills as though to catch his breath, Sera, Varric and Cole take opportunity with poison weapons to strike weak spots. Imshael shrieks, and then finally, goes slack in Wrathion's grasp.
Bull ensures that the demon is well and truly dead (perhaps a little more enthusiastically than necessary, and grumbles about 'why does it always have to be demons' while cleaning his axe blade off. There's a moment of relative quiet as Cole steals along the ramparts to ensure there are no remaining enemies, and Lasulahn checks to make sure each companion is alright - including Wrathion. He cradles his own shoulder, but the wound looks more burned than open - what of it is visible beneath his tunic, anyway. ] You're alright? [ He asks again, soft as he approaches. ]
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The demon thrashes violently in Wrathion's grip, but has also grown tired, worn down by mage and blade and arrow. In a moment where the demon stills as though to catch his breath, Sera, Varric and Cole take opportunity with poison weapons to strike weak spots. Imshael shrieks, and then finally, goes slack in Wrathion's grasp.
Bull ensures that the demon is well and truly dead (perhaps a little more enthusiastically than necessary, and grumbles about 'why does it always have to be demons' while cleaning his axe blade off. There's a moment of relative quiet as Cole steals along the ramparts to ensure there are no remaining enemies, and Lasulahn checks to make sure each companion is alright - including Wrathion. He cradles his own shoulder, but the wound looks more burned than open - what of it is visible beneath his tunic, anyway. ] You're alright? [ He asks again, soft as he approaches. ]