It all came back to him, and a smile came to his face beneath his beard. This was just like the old days, when he was younger, and they were invincible. He almost did not feel the aches of older age when he brought his sword up to slice at one of the Grenlock. It cut through the hide armor, leaving the smith part of him to scoff at the poor workmanship. Not that he expected much in terms of armor from Darkspawn. In fact, it was in their favor that Darkspawn could not usually outfit themselves well.
As he brought his sword around to swing again, he looked without fear into the beady eyes of the grenlock. It was just his height, a grotesque mockery of a face which hissed at him as it tried to stab at him. Finally working up enough momentum, he brought the sword around in a lateral stroke, batting aside the smaller weapon like it was nothing more than a stick and continuing on to separate the grenlock's head from its body. As the blood began to spurt, he took a brief reprieve to take stock of the battle field before any could attack him.
He was on the outer edges of the fight, while the mages and other lightweights were supposed to be protected in the center. In the chaos, it was not exactly going as planned, but it was salvageable. People were too used to fighting on their own, he figured, although a few of them were working together to great effect. He was not sure if what Conlan was doing counted as working together or not, but were he ten years younger and a stone lighter he would certainly be working with him. That was the proper way to kill Darkspawn, meeting them head on with only a half-arsed idea in your head and your wits about you.
It was not to be, so he moved into a better position to defend a mage who was looking for something in her bag. If he could not fight alongside his fellow warriors, than at least he was going to defend those when they needed it. While defense was not as showy as a spectacular offense, it was just as needful, although not nearly as satisfying. Cyril nodded to the girl mage and said, "I got you covered." His eyes roved over the field, but kept straying back to where Conlan was.