He knew, even as he flew dazed through the air, exactly what Hawke had done. He'd seen the defensive move hundreds of times before, whenever the mage was surrounded by enemies. It wasn't even the first time Fenris had been caught within the spell's radius, but it was the first time he could remember knowing it wasn't an accident.
For several moments, Fenris was too paralysed to move. The moment he could, the tattoos in his skin flared with ethereal blue light, ready to move him across the short distance to Hawke in the blink of an eye. When Fenris didn't move to attack, the light subsided.
He picked himself up, grunting both under the weight of the weapon on his back and at the fading pain in his limbs. "I'm not your enemy," he said, a note of anger bit back out of his tone. "Has it occurred to you that Danarius's wine and the gap in our memories is a ploy meant to turn us against each other?"
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For several moments, Fenris was too paralysed to move. The moment he could, the tattoos in his skin flared with ethereal blue light, ready to move him across the short distance to Hawke in the blink of an eye. When Fenris didn't move to attack, the light subsided.
He picked himself up, grunting both under the weight of the weapon on his back and at the fading pain in his limbs. "I'm not your enemy," he said, a note of anger bit back out of his tone. "Has it occurred to you that Danarius's wine and the gap in our memories is a ploy meant to turn us against each other?"