Post by Nygozy on Jan 9, 2015 18:32:59 GMT -6
[/font] The rage demon was huge, brewing with flames that could give much more than a third degree burn if any of it hit an adversary. It roared as did the other demons, in a controlled frenzy as the Grey Wardens watched or held the creatures in their thrall. Death, blood magic and emotions drove the beasts as well as the beings controlling some of them. Then the largest rage demon made a startled sound and looked down as a dagger pushed through where a heart would have been on any humanoid. White ice, snowy cold freezer burned around the knife's entry and all around as it created a jagged circle through the demon as it screamed in pain. The circle of frozen rage demon flesh fell to the ground and a form passed through it into the open court then rolled to a partial stand.
A raven with red feathers across it's back flew to her shoulder and cawed in her ear, "Baron Plucky! What a nice surprise. That means the Inquisitor must be here." She pets the bird with one hand then ducks an attack from another demon while keeping the bird clear of the attack, "So where is he pretty bird?" The dwarven woman cuts off the hand of a demon, the cold from one knife leaving frosty remains as the other burns cords of heat through the beast's arm into the shoulder exploding the flesh.
"Nice entrance. Is that ..." For a moment Varric was stunned, "That's the Hero of Fereldan. By the Maker, I didn't think I could handle any more surprises but ... Inquisitor, I think we finally got that backup we've been looking for." He looks to his friend with a slight grin, "You better say something before she fully takes your thunder, Inquisitor."
A raven with red feathers across it's back flew to her shoulder and cawed in her ear, "Baron Plucky! What a nice surprise. That means the Inquisitor must be here." She pets the bird with one hand then ducks an attack from another demon while keeping the bird clear of the attack, "So where is he pretty bird?" The dwarven woman cuts off the hand of a demon, the cold from one knife leaving frosty remains as the other burns cords of heat through the beast's arm into the shoulder exploding the flesh.
"Nice entrance. Is that ..." For a moment Varric was stunned, "That's the Hero of Fereldan. By the Maker, I didn't think I could handle any more surprises but ... Inquisitor, I think we finally got that backup we've been looking for." He looks to his friend with a slight grin, "You better say something before she fully takes your thunder, Inquisitor."