Dragon Age: One Shots

Blackwall x Female Lavellan- Bloody Knuckles

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    He could hear the Templar's vile thoughts. A smirk rested on the man's face, one of a corrosive and lustful nature. It was apparent that he had questions as he looked the small elf up and down, undressing her with his eyes. Blackwall would not deny that he himself had similar questions, but he had already accepted that they would remain just that. Questions.

    He could not stand this. His fists were balled up.

    "What are you doing out here all by your lonesome, Knife- ears?" The Templar's voice rang, mangy and cracked.

    The warden was now ready to lunge forward, before he remembered that he was not supposed to be there at all. It would seem like he was following her, which he most definitely was not. It was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, or perhaps it was the right place. He would soon find out.

    The Inquisitor could protect herself, she was a very powerful mage, aside from her tiny figure. He doubted he would need to intervene.

    He listened from the edge of the stone wall, ready to jump out whenever need be.

    The Templar bit his lip, cornering Lavellan and approaching slowly. His eyes gleamed like a predator, an evil stare that made a shiver climb down her spine. Blackwall had merely been listening, so he did not see that she was without her staff, or any weapon at all.

    "Back off. Now." She demanded, not a hint of fear or worry in her voice.

    "You do not scare me, you elven bitch." He would pay for that statement.

    He pressed his elbow to her throat, pinning her to the stone. Dealing with a sassy asshole was not written in her schedule.

    "Get off!" She kicked and punched at him, unfortunately his armor did not allow her much progress. She would have landed a kick in the groin, had he not slammed her with his shield.

    Anger swelled in the warden's chest. He feared he would murder the man if given a chance. 'Boy, would that leave an impression.' He thought.

    He stormed out from behind the wall, arms swaying with determination at his sides.

    "Shit." Whispered the templar, who was no doubt surprised by the burly and aggressive man appearing out of nowhere.

    "Shit is right." Blackwall thundered.

    He grabbed the man by the throat in one movement, pulling him off of her and throwing him to the ground. As soon as he was certain that she was out of the way, he bent down in front of the templar, pummeling him mercilessly. Somehow, some way, the templar had managed to get to his feet. He threw a mindless punch at the defensive warden. Blackwall blocked it, grabbing his arm and twisting it around. He then pushed himself off, too enraged to control his actions. He hurled his fist towards the templar. Unfortunately, he had ducked and fell to the ground, sending Blackwall's fist straight into the brick wall. The warden looked down and kicked him in the face, before resting his arms when he was sure that the man would not be getting up any time soon.

    The Inquisitor only stood and watched. It's not like he deserved any less.

    One final hit. He got the man right in the middle of his face, devastating the bridge of his nose.

    She was surprised he was even alive, but he would indeed recover. This would definitely be a good lesson.

    Blackwall coughed. "My lady, are you okay?" He asked quickly, nearly stumbling over his words. He could hear the pumping of blood in his ears.