"You cannot be serious," Leliana says. She isn't the one who stops him.
It's the mage—well-meaning, Alistair is sure—who throws a hand forward and sends a burst of energy out with it, a mind blast with focus, to knock the cleaver away. Alistair is too slow to shove her hand away, though he does try, saying, "Stop—"
"He is possessed!" the girl protests. She's older than he was, when he joined, but Orlesian and therefore more given to hysterics. Alistair makes a mental note for he future. "He must be!"
"That thing is going to kill him," Alistair says in answer, but it's directed past her, to Leliana, who is moving forward now to collect the cleaver and likely the Inquisitor.
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It's the mage—well-meaning, Alistair is sure—who throws a hand forward and sends a burst of energy out with it, a mind blast with focus, to knock the cleaver away. Alistair is too slow to shove her hand away, though he does try, saying, "Stop—"
"He is possessed!" the girl protests. She's older than he was, when he joined, but Orlesian and therefore more given to hysterics. Alistair makes a mental note for he future. "He must be!"
"That thing is going to kill him," Alistair says in answer, but it's directed past her, to Leliana, who is moving forward now to collect the cleaver and likely the Inquisitor.