Fatality

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Steel rang on steel as the Grey Warden forced the hurlock back one more step. Sweat stung his eyes, but even so he could still tell that the creature was near desperation. Its comrades lay dead on the ground around them, their black ichor already cooling in the midnight air. The other Wardens were already wrapping up the last darkspawn that remained; he could hear their hapless screeches as they struggled to get away. It was a futile effort. The tide of the battle had turned.

The Grey Warden redoubled his efforts, gritting his teeth as he dealt blow after blow against the hurlock’s weapon. It was barely able to parry effectively, and its legs bowed beneath the onslaught. It hissed in panic, its dead white eyes widening as its blacksteel blade was finally ripped from its grasp. The weapon clattered to the ground and slid, and suddenly the hurlock was helpless before him.

“Join the rest of your kind, fiend!”

With one powerful swipe of his longsword, the darkspawn’s head severed cleanly from its shoulders. Ichor fountained into the air, splattering on the Grey Warden’s armor. The creature’s body jerked and spasmed, then finally teetered back to collapse and be still.

The head kept rolling, he noted, picking up speed as it made its way down the hill and into the shadows. He listened and realized that the sounds of battle had ended. A hush had descended on the field, and with it he allowed himself a grim smile.

The Blight would take no victims today.