"What's the call, boss?" Axe at the ready, Sera tense and about to skitter out of her skin, Dorian just as bewildered by the sheer size of it-
Someone could stay behind. Pull it away. Give everyone else a chance to get through.
Or.
This thing. This thing has been taunting them for hours, it seems. Has twisted through and played with all of their minds, has given Zevran more than his fair share of headaches. It is massive. It is dangerous. But it looks as though it has a heart that beats and if it has a heart, it can bleed.
And if it bleeds, Zevran can kill it.
"I am taking an eye." The tone is droll, vaguely cheerful- and utterly foreign to Bull and Sera and Dorian. None of his Inner Circle have heard the Assassin step out in truth- but Alistair has. It is the voice he'd use before leaping onto an Ogre's back, before gutting a Drake that was twice his size easily. It matches the cocky twist and flick of his daggers as he pulls them from their sheathes- and the saunter in his stride as he starts walking forward.
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Someone could stay behind. Pull it away. Give everyone else a chance to get through.
Or.
This thing. This thing has been taunting them for hours, it seems. Has twisted through and played with all of their minds, has given Zevran more than his fair share of headaches. It is massive. It is dangerous. But it looks as though it has a heart that beats and if it has a heart, it can bleed.
And if it bleeds, Zevran can kill it.
"I am taking an eye." The tone is droll, vaguely cheerful- and utterly foreign to Bull and Sera and Dorian. None of his Inner Circle have heard the Assassin step out in truth- but Alistair has. It is the voice he'd use before leaping onto an Ogre's back, before gutting a Drake that was twice his size easily. It matches the cocky twist and flick of his daggers as he pulls them from their sheathes- and the saunter in his stride as he starts walking forward.