[ It reminds him of Sera, in a way. Or Iron Bull in the face of a dragon's yawning maw. Delight within the battlefield. Sits within her blood, at home. The demon shrieks in pain, flapping at the flames and severely weakened and injured. Perhaps she is a Mage, one without a staff like Solas or Dorian or Vivienne. Cole takes his chance.
One moment he is there, the next he is gone: nothing but a faint outline of a body, wisps of pale-green curling from him. He silently hurls himself into the fray, and when he finally appears again, he's tackling the creature โ sinking both blades into its back over and over in some frenzied attack, screaming with each blow. He does not stop until the demon falls, carved flesh and bloodied. ]
Keep goingโ! [ He yells to her. Clambering from the body as it dissolves into bright green light. There's more of the ones like this one, vulnerable to fire. Meanwhile he has his sights set on a nearby Fear Demon. ] We can't let any of them escapeโ!
ooh, fun! ๐ cw: gore
One moment he is there, the next he is gone: nothing but a faint outline of a body, wisps of pale-green curling from him. He silently hurls himself into the fray, and when he finally appears again, he's tackling the creature โ sinking both blades into its back over and over in some frenzied attack, screaming with each blow. He does not stop until the demon falls, carved flesh and bloodied. ]
Keep goingโ! [ He yells to her. Clambering from the body as it dissolves into bright green light. There's more of the ones like this one, vulnerable to fire. Meanwhile he has his sights set on a nearby Fear Demon. ] We can't let any of them escapeโ!