She turned her head at the shout, looking up and around for their hidden attacker. She dearly wished sometimes that she actually remembered to carry a bow or a crossbow with her; she was no good with ranged fighters without Varric or Sebastian. With her distracted, the other thief jumped to his feet and went for her exposed back. She turned back around and pulled out a small pellet from her belt, throwing it to the ground. In a puff of smoke, she ducked back and out of his range, circling around to get him from behind.

The startled cry of 'Templar' offered enough of a distraction to get her enemy looking at Cullen with wide, rounded eyes, long enough for Hawke to get into place. When he turned to confront her again, he was met with both of her blades buried in his chest as she spun. With a startled gasp, he dropped, and she pulled her weapons free of his body.

"Shit," she muttered, glancing around at the bodies. Her gaze flitted to the shadows, watching for any others as she made her way over to Cullen. She flicked blood from one of her blades, scowling. "Are you all right?"