"Listen to that," one of the men said. "Doglord bitch gets herself a pig sticker and thinks she owns the place."

Cullen drew his sword. "You shouldn't have said that," he said. "She hates it when people call them pig stickers." Without another word, he launched an attack, much faster out of armor than in it. He slammed into his target like a brick wall, teeth flying from his pommel strike to the man's jaw. The thief hit the wall behind him with a sickening crunch and slid down, not likely to get up again.

The other three weren't idle, two of them turning on Hawke and the other leaping at Cullen with fluid agility. They may not have been pros, but it didn't seem they were going to go down without a good fight first.