Alistair stumbles, nearly going down on one knee; his snarl reaches a full-throated yell of rage as he heaves himself upright. He will not wait for the demon to corner him and slice him to ribbons. Not now. His sacrifice does not end here.
He shuts his eyes, chest heaving.
Some templar abilities don't require lyrium: just focus, and will, and occasionally the right twist of luck. Considering Alistair's spent over a decade out of the Order, it's probably more luck than not nowadays.
But Ysa can feel the dampening, deadening creep of a templar striving to dispel her magic.
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Alistair stumbles, nearly going down on one knee; his snarl reaches a full-throated yell of rage as he heaves himself upright. He will not wait for the demon to corner him and slice him to ribbons. Not now. His sacrifice does not end here.
He shuts his eyes, chest heaving.
Some templar abilities don't require lyrium: just focus, and will, and occasionally the right twist of luck. Considering Alistair's spent over a decade out of the Order, it's probably more luck than not nowadays.
But Ysa can feel the dampening, deadening creep of a templar striving to dispel her magic.