Alistair shut the doors to the dining room, slipping off his jacket to tie the handles together. Through the door windows, the others could see men in ski masks yanking innocents from their rooms, holding them at gunpoint while they searched their rooms for valuables.
"Everyone, I'm going to need you to move back to the kitchens, okay? Goose, stay and look after them."
He held up his Grey Warden badge, drawing his weapon. People's eyes went wide, quickly gathering their things and small children, the staff helping to carroll them into the back. Tabris unsheathed her daggers, inhaling.
"Wish I brought a gun," she muttered, earning a laugh from Alistair.
"You're deadly enough."
He inhaled, looking to the others. "On three?"
August shrugged, so he took it as a yes.
"One..." Alistair began, tugging at the knotted sleeves, taking more than two seconds to come undone. August's fingers crackle with magic. Looks like he left his staff back in the room- again. "Two..."
Leliana kindly asked the bartender for a knife from the holder, weighing it in her fingers. Alistair tossed the jacket to a nearby table, cracking his neck. "Three."
Kicking the doors in, Alistair fired a shot, hitting a masked man in the chest. All eyes were on them now, sawed off shotguns being pumped.
"Who the fuck're you?" one asked, scowling.
"Ski masks? Really?" Alistair goaded. "You're practically cartoons."
"And you're practically dead."
A shot rang out, Alistair swinging the door shut for cover. August and Morrigan stood towards the back, Morrigan crouching low to the ground. Tabris and Leliana were quick to pounce away from the fast growing frost line that erupted from her hand, the floor becoming slick as ice. The shotgun was pumped once more, shell flying from the barrel, only to lose his footing.
"Shit-!"
The sawed off went flying into the air, Tabris using the slip to her advantage. She sped forward, the ice carrying her across the hall within only a moment, sliding the gun out of the bandit's reach, and twirling on her toes to deliver a raised kick to another's jaw. The bandit caught himself on the wall with a groan, only to fall on his face, the ice melting beneath them.
"Behind you!" Leliana called, launching the knife she held in Tabris's direction. The elf ducked, the knife burying itself into the chest of a masked man holding a bat, coiled back in preparation of a swing.
"Huh- thanks."
She nodded to the redhead, August furrowing his brows as more came to investigate. His eyes flickered to the melted water, an idea forming in his head.
"Get to dry land, would ya?"
Tabris met his gaze, racing around the corner to Leliana. Bandits spotted her and followed, armed to the teeth. Though, when they recognized the electricity sparkling in August's palms, they realized their mistake. Leliana cringed at the sight of their spasms, one biting his tongue hard enough to bleed. One smart enough to jump out of the death pool's path could only watch as his comrades skin formed blisters, unmoving when August pulled his magic away.
"You think you're tough?" he growled, August shaking out his hands.
"Not really," he answered with a grimace. "I'm kind of scrawny, to be honest."
Morrigan examined him with interest. "I'd say the garb does a good job of hiding it, if that's the case."
"Thanks."
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King & Lionheart
Fanfiction(Modern Era AU for Dragon Age: Origins). Margaret and Augustine became unlikely partners after leading similar lives under the thumb of prejudice and disdain. Now, with the help of a few, even more unlikely, friends it's up to them to save their hom...
