Few old habits died easily, and one of them was Alistair was particularly defensive of anyone who criticized Kallian. That's how his fist wound up making very strong contact with this Darkspawn's face, sending it staggering to one side. Okay, stagger-floating, but he was pleased he made an impact. "Excuse me, I'm right here, don't talk about me like I'm some pastry in the market you find fascinating." He took a step back and rose his shield with his left arm, turned slightly downward while his other arm held out toward Kallian.
The ranks of darkspawn seemed to shudder and claw at the restraint the Architect had over them, some of them breaking through and advancing, swarming in an effort to protect their brethren.
"Look, yell at me later, but we are we talking to this thing?"
"Detain them," hissed the Architect, holding one side of its face while the flesh slithered and popped back into place. So close to its allies, it was nearly invincible. Strike it down and it would rise again with the sacrifice of its kin. They were well outnumbered and the likelihood of escape was slim. But the creature knew that a soul would be released upon death-- so it would need to control the terms by which that death occurred.
Which meant Kallian was of little interest, her life would mean nothing if lost. The other-- Alistair, yes, he had a connection to him as well, his death would mean the loss of an ancient power. Such the pity.
The darkspawn wasted no time in honing on their instincts, driven by a desire, a fervor, and they descended upon the two Wardens with reckless regard for their own wellbeing.
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Date: 2015-08-29 07:52 pm (UTC)The ranks of darkspawn seemed to shudder and claw at the restraint the Architect had over them, some of them breaking through and advancing, swarming in an effort to protect their brethren.
"Look, yell at me later, but we are we talking to this thing?"
"Detain them," hissed the Architect, holding one side of its face while the flesh slithered and popped back into place. So close to its allies, it was nearly invincible. Strike it down and it would rise again with the sacrifice of its kin. They were well outnumbered and the likelihood of escape was slim. But the creature knew that a soul would be released upon death-- so it would need to control the terms by which that death occurred.
Which meant Kallian was of little interest, her life would mean nothing if lost. The other-- Alistair, yes, he had a connection to him as well, his death would mean the loss of an ancient power. Such the pity.
The darkspawn wasted no time in honing on their instincts, driven by a desire, a fervor, and they descended upon the two Wardens with reckless regard for their own wellbeing.