Most mages are ill suitable in close quarters, though most mages are not the clan Lavellan's First, accustom to fight and pain, an endless onslaught of the two, and Daithi exploits such knowledge to his advantage: rattling and stunning, preventing the use of spells and unleashing his own in great surges, killing and controlling his enemies with ease.

The task is easier, still, for Brigham.

Neither save Daithi his hesitance, though, pausing as Fiona enters the field. She is unflinching, heedless of the Herald's pleas, and his barrier — sprung after the first spell sent him to his knees — weakens under a salvo of magical elements. "Fiona, please! You don't have to do this."