Cullen's attacker was more skilled at avoiding being hit than at hitting. He danced in to deliver a wild, inaccurate slash or two with his daggers only to dart back out of sword range again just before Cullen could get in a good jab or sweep. The man kept laughing with each attempt, enough that it was a tell.
Come on, Cullen thought. Laugh just a little sooner... A cross bow bolt whizzing past his head and thunking into the wooden door behind him got his attention immediately. "Bolter!" he shouted to alert Hawke.
His eyes searched the shadows as he parried, distracted enough to take a shallow cut across the side of his thigh. He hissed and leaped back, then saw the telltale glint of metal on the rooftop. "Got you," he murmured low. The night sky erupted in a towering inferno of white energy. The lone bolter fell from the rooftop with a scream that cut off abruptly.
Cullen's attacker stared at him wide eyed. "Andraste's dimpled asscheeks, a bloody Templar," he moaned. "It's a bloody--" His shout ended in a gout of blood, Cullen's slash clean across his throat.
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Come on, Cullen thought. Laugh just a little sooner... A cross bow bolt whizzing past his head and thunking into the wooden door behind him got his attention immediately. "Bolter!" he shouted to alert Hawke.
His eyes searched the shadows as he parried, distracted enough to take a shallow cut across the side of his thigh. He hissed and leaped back, then saw the telltale glint of metal on the rooftop. "Got you," he murmured low. The night sky erupted in a towering inferno of white energy. The lone bolter fell from the rooftop with a scream that cut off abruptly.
Cullen's attacker stared at him wide eyed. "Andraste's dimpled asscheeks, a bloody Templar," he moaned. "It's a bloody--" His shout ended in a gout of blood, Cullen's slash clean across his throat.