"Yeah? But at least if we're quiet on the way out they'll be coming here and not wherever we're going next," he grunted and shrugged a shoulder, returning the grin with his own firebrand 'ready' smirk.
As the arrow struck and exploded Varric momentarily started, flinching, then shook his head and let out a low, nervous laugh as he notched his bolt a little tighter, sweeping his coat to the side to keep his cantrips at hand.
"Yeah, I reckon that'll do it. Let's move, Bouncey!" he roared (since the whole point was to get this location noticed anyway and his nerves were too amped up to keep it in regardless).
He took off like a shot, with agility most didn't think his physical self capable of. Not that he thought the undead were really appraising his physical appearance anyway. At the moment the only pressing thought was putting as much distance between them and the building they'd made a target, and praying to the Maker that no other stranded heroes were nearby to be caught by surprise of what had to be a ruhkus that'd attract anything within a half mile easily.