[redox-kun]

stefan wasn't quite sure if he would ever see the fringes of the battlefield. not while the grey wardens had everything under control, at least. even among the ragtag army, there weren't too many who relished the idea of accepting the aid of a blood mage. his mind wasn't so far gone that he would enjoy the inconveniences of battle, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that ostagar would be overrun here, should caelin and the wardens fail. the grey wardens were certainly capable defenders, but he had always believed that the things that needed to be done should always be handled personally. not an attitude that the circle had cared much for after his abilities were discovered, but he can't please everyone. to his credit, stefan hadn't left his 'post' until the darkspawn broke past the ranks and started to tear out the faces of his...handlers. there was no polite way to put it, really. he grabs one of the (better) staves from a fallen mage and shoves a stonefist into the face of a hemlock. stefan doesn't know whether or not it gets up after that, since he's already running in the general direction of the bulk of caelin's army. if he was going to be ambushed again, then he would much prefer it if the other grey wardens were in the vicinity. he hears a rumbling of the earth from the south, and stefan turns to see a broken line of soldiers who were pushed back by the hemlock horde, all blood and desperation. on second thought, he...might be better off solo. to an extent, of course, but dying because of someone else's stupidity would be twice as stupid as dying of his own. stefan raises his hands and draws a firestorm from the darkened skies. human screams cut through the snarling of the darkspawn, but he does not weaken the spell. he isn't about to show any mercy for the doomed. not for anyone. darth vader

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