With that bare bit of space, Dorian finally gives himself a moment to glance over his shoulder, to take in the Bull's state.
Something wrong with one of his legs, or else the Bull would be moving more quickly. Broken knee? Broken ankle? In the light of the flame he sees the drying blood on what's exposed of the Bull's skin – not nearly dark enough for any of it to have come from the darkspawn.
"I can do this all day," he says – there's no smugness in his voice, no false bravado. It's a simple, grim fact, born of absolute resolve – an answer without fully explaining himself. The fire wall will fade, the shambling corpses will eventually become too damaged for the spirits to maintain their holds, but Dorian will do everything he can. He'll keep casting his spells, because there's little point to him if he can't.
He splays out a hand against, curling his fingers toward his palm as he draws out the energy of another darkspawn slain by his corpses. He grips his staff with both hands, swinging the focus up over his head and slamming it down. Behind the wall of flame, the spectral image of a skull appears overhead, yawning its mouth wide until it flickers out of existence, and the darkspawn shriek and scream as they scatter away, minds momentarily overtaken by Dorian's Horror spell.
The wall of fire is starting to flicker, starting to shrink, and Dorian shouts over his shoulder, "Get to the door! I'll cover you."
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Something wrong with one of his legs, or else the Bull would be moving more quickly. Broken knee? Broken ankle? In the light of the flame he sees the drying blood on what's exposed of the Bull's skin – not nearly dark enough for any of it to have come from the darkspawn.
"I can do this all day," he says – there's no smugness in his voice, no false bravado. It's a simple, grim fact, born of absolute resolve – an answer without fully explaining himself. The fire wall will fade, the shambling corpses will eventually become too damaged for the spirits to maintain their holds, but Dorian will do everything he can. He'll keep casting his spells, because there's little point to him if he can't.
He splays out a hand against, curling his fingers toward his palm as he draws out the energy of another darkspawn slain by his corpses. He grips his staff with both hands, swinging the focus up over his head and slamming it down. Behind the wall of flame, the spectral image of a skull appears overhead, yawning its mouth wide until it flickers out of existence, and the darkspawn shriek and scream as they scatter away, minds momentarily overtaken by Dorian's Horror spell.
The wall of fire is starting to flicker, starting to shrink, and Dorian shouts over his shoulder, "Get to the door! I'll cover you."