The press and chaos of the conflict made Azabeth twitch - her skills and training lie in dark alley backstabs and deception - but Black Matthew had trained her well, or so she chose to believe; he of all people, she could not let down. A deep breath to settle her nerves, a spin of her daggers in her hands to limber her fingers, and then she was a flickering thing, a redheaded shadow snatching opportunities from the air, blades in the backs of Darkspawn stragglers who failed to stay with the main body of the assault. This was the first true test of a set of abilities made for surprise ambushes in open combat - she prayed she did not disappoint Matt or Lalin, but the harrying strikes were what a rogue was made for. It kept the lot of them compacted, trodding all over one another, too close together to surround and flank any one of them -
- well, so long as you didn't wade into them as if you were hip-deep in a pool, such as Conlan was doing at the center. Az cursed and tried to back him up, coming from one side, but the best she could do was slay or distract those Darkspawn that turned and attempted to assault him from behind. Not good enough, in her opinion, but at least she was holding her ground.