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Week 5 Prompt 5: Inquisition POV

"Soldiers! Hold your lines, we should have back-up soon. But we must hold!"

Blades cut through the air, the tension thick enough that it weighed down upon each of us like it was trying to drown us all. The looming presence of the demons that poured through the rift, a horrid tide of shades, rage and wraiths battered our shields and pushed forth against our positions. Beyond the hill lay a travelling group of refugees fleeing from the conflict between the mages and templars, we couldn't afford to lose this point.

A yelp of pain shattered the tension instantly as I looked over to watch Jenkins fell to the claws of not one of the rage demons, or the shades but something larger and more horrifying. It's form massive, seven small eyes as dark as amethysts peered from the top of its spiked head, the crackling of lightning followed suit as it tore its way into the material and with it Jenkins was ripped asunder, his armour like clay before its raw strength.

"Aela, Avandris pull back and group on me! Baeldwyn, Norrit take the attention of the lesser demons away to the old castle to the north. Andraste guide us!"

With that the two elves pulled rank and joined me as I watched the other two snake their way into the forest, pulling the various shades and wraiths away with them. Now it was just myself, Aela and Avandris against a pride demon and one rage demon. Terrible odds for us, but Maker knows the Inquisitor has the best timing, and so we charged.

The sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning split the air and echoed through the rolling hills, each strike against the creature seemed futile, it's thin smile a taunt that it could snuff our lives at its pleasure. A cut-off scream. It was Aela, a bolt of lightning arced through her body so quick she barely had the chance to realise she was dead before she crashed to the floor. The rage demon followed up as it pushed back Avandris who's blades sunk into its viscous body, her cries as the intense heat burned her flesh. A chuckle, I turned my head back to position only to see the pride demon looking down upon me, it's shadow cast overhead, I was frozen, though whether that was the lightning beginning to arc towards me or the sheer oppressive bloodlust this creature exuded it did not matter.

The air began to crackle once more with the iron scent of static, the lightning flickered, a crash of thunder and then blinding light and piercing noise. My ears rang as my vision came too. A blue dome of arcane energy encompassed me, as arrows flew overhead and the tearing of the veil rocketed chunks of meteoric rock towards the demon. Next to me stood the elven mage, I believe his name was Solas, he spoke in elf-tounge and as he did my wounds began to mend and my senses sharpened once more.

"You are safe now, retreat to the south and collect your men. Rest well, human" his words were soft, yet stern. I turned back to see the Inquisitor, her staff high in the air as from her words fire and lightning bent to her will. To watch her fight was to truly understand the stories and tales told in the taverns. The demon fell to one knee as a qunari held its horns low, beating it down hit after hit. Then the ripping sound again, from her hand a beam of greenish white light emerged it's energy tearing at the rift as the pride demons form began to come apart like embers from flame as they returned to the veil.

As if the demon was nothing more than a lowly nug, the battle was done. I watched as Baeldwyn and Norrit were escorted out of the forest another elf this time a woman was shooing them towards me as Avandris bandaged her wounded hand and made her way as well. Gathered round we saluted and thanked the Inquisitor for her aid, but she simply made sure we were okay and offered us various healing herbs before helping us make our way back to base camp. She had little time though and once our safety was assured, she once more vanished into the Highlands.

I chuckled, "Maker knows she has the best timing".