[ Solas takes a step forward, and with the slightest tilt of his head, the ice cracks and gives way, allowing the mages to step free from their bonds. They sag, relieved, murmuring their thanks for Solas' mercy.
To which he responds quietly, ] I am not so forgiving.
[ He drives the bladed end of his staff into the ground just once, drawing down on the Veil and summoning through it the memory of lightning, which arcs and crackles as it splits the sky. It strikes the mages, and in the blink of an eye, they all fall over, dead.
Solas is not a monster, but neither will he allow those men to live. Not if it meant they would go on to enslave more men and women, to strip away their wills and force them into a life of servitude.
The elf turns, sliding his staff back into its harness at his back. When he reaches Jacob and the horses, he mounts his horse with ease, as if they hadn't been riding practically all day. ]
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To which he responds quietly, ] I am not so forgiving.
[ He drives the bladed end of his staff into the ground just once, drawing down on the Veil and summoning through it the memory of lightning, which arcs and crackles as it splits the sky. It strikes the mages, and in the blink of an eye, they all fall over, dead.
Solas is not a monster, but neither will he allow those men to live. Not if it meant they would go on to enslave more men and women, to strip away their wills and force them into a life of servitude.
The elf turns, sliding his staff back into its harness at his back. When he reaches Jacob and the horses, he mounts his horse with ease, as if they hadn't been riding practically all day. ]
We'd best hurry.