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This is a wonderful pixie featuring a scene from my new Dragon Age II fanfic, Dragon's Heart; drew by Nazgullow .
I love her art, if you have time, check her profile

Hawke had lost track of time and how many bodies she had cut down, yet more were pouring out of the woods.
''What is this, an endless amount of target practice?'' She mused to herself. One moment they were relaxing, the next they were swarmed by numerous corpses. Where in the void did they come from!?
They had fought off at least four groups of reanimated death, yet they're being surrounded on all sides. Fenris and Varric were separated, driven to another area as the fight progressed, and now Hawke and the Arishok only had one another to rely on as they stands back to back; the majority of his men were still further into the forest, and it doesn't look like they'll be back here for a little while.
It would have been comical in any other situation, for the Arishok stood out amongst the corpses; not only was he larger than any of them, his red markings and decorated horns made him an easy target for the dead bodies to flock to.
Hawke surveyed the snarling teeth and rotten bones. Despite the numbers, she was confident that she could cut a path through them and escape, and so could her friends; but what about the giant at her back? Being the center of monsters' attention, what was he going to do?
She grimaced as she looked sideways at him, noticing his fingers clenching around his war axes. He, too, briefly regarded her with that hard stare. Hawke understood that look, because she probably wore the same expression. It was a look that asked, "Are you trustworthy?"
It was not a question of talent, for they both knew that the other was a fierce combatant.
No, this was more personal. Fighting is easy, trusting another person to have your best interest in mind is another matter; and for them, it went beyond this battle. How personal of a matter it was, Hawke is not sure, nor did she have time to contemplate it; what she was sure of, with everything that had happened, was that she could trust him with her life.
A smile spread on her lips, and she met the Arishok's eyes with a firm look before blocking a rusted blade with her own. "Let's hope your men make it back to us before we're minced meat." She told him as she sunk her twin blades into the chest of a monster and ripped him apart – bones flying in different directions.
The Arishok's reply was to swing his axes in a wide arc, effectively clearing away the monsters that came close.

Description

This is a wonderful pixie featuring a scene from my new Dragon Age II fanfic, Dragon's Heart; drew by Nazgullow .
I love her art, if you have time, check her profile

Hawke had lost track of time and how many bodies she had cut down, yet more were pouring out of the woods.
''What is this, an endless amount of target practice?'' She mused to herself. One moment they were relaxing, the next they were swarmed by numerous corpses. Where in the void did they come from!?
They had fought off at least four groups of reanimated death, yet they're being surrounded on all sides. Fenris and Varric were separated, driven to another area as the fight progressed, and now Hawke and the Arishok only had one another to rely on as they stands back to back; the majority of his men were still further into the forest, and it doesn't look like they'll be back here for a little while.
It would have been comical in any other situation, for the Arishok stood out amongst the corpses; not only was he larger than any of them, his red markings and decorated horns made him an easy target for the dead bodies to flock to.
Hawke surveyed the snarling teeth and rotten bones. Despite the numbers, she was confident that she could cut a path through them and escape, and so could her friends; but what about the giant at her back? Being the center of monsters' attention, what was he going to do?
She grimaced as she looked sideways at him, noticing his fingers clenching around his war axes. He, too, briefly regarded her with that hard stare. Hawke understood that look, because she probably wore the same expression. It was a look that asked, "Are you trustworthy?"
It was not a question of talent, for they both knew that the other was a fierce combatant.
No, this was more personal. Fighting is easy, trusting another person to have your best interest in mind is another matter; and for them, it went beyond this battle. How personal of a matter it was, Hawke is not sure, nor did she have time to contemplate it; what she was sure of, with everything that had happened, was that she could trust him with her life.
A smile spread on her lips, and she met the Arishok's eyes with a firm look before blocking a rusted blade with her own. "Let's hope your men make it back to us before we're minced meat." She told him as she sunk her twin blades into the chest of a monster and ripped him apart – bones flying in different directions.
The Arishok's reply was to swing his axes in a wide arc, effectively clearing away the monsters that came close.