Coan Bryland ; the ferelden noble (coan) wrote in thedas,
The unbearable screeching had finally ended - the sound of clashing metal was a comfort to his still buzzing ears - but the bombardment of attacks from the pair of shrieks continued with full force. Coan was doing all he could to defend anything that had been exposed - neck, face, any joints that couldn't be properly covered by his armor - this certainly wasn't the way he was going to go out. Then he felt the attacks lessen - peeking through his crossed arms he saw one of the shrieks leave. Following its path, he saw that the Chanter had finally added her barrage to the fight, and as her wolf launched itself at the remaining shriek, he was freed to return himself.
Screaming in assumed pain as the wolf did its damage, the shriek was well distracted, allowing Coan to move for his ax. With one wide chop forward, the bade of his ax sliced clean through its kneecap, and as it fell in pain and lack of balance - his sword taken up in the opposite hand - he rolled over and pierced the monster's throat. There'd be no more of that obnoxious screaming, but its sudden end alerted the shriek that turned its attention to Ekaterina. That wasn't his specific intention, but it was one the suited the situation well. If he could draw it back to him, the Chanter might have better luck loosing her arrows at any number of the darkspawn they were now surrounded by.
Back on his feet, he had only a moment or two to catch his breath and balance. The elf seemed to have freed himself of the emissary's assault, but there was still fighting behind him. Wincing again as the shriek's cry pierced his ears, his sword cut it short as it slid through its rough flesh, adding another body to the pile around them. Swinging the pooled blood off of his blades, he ignored the pain in his chest. His breastplate had been dented so much that it was pressing on his ribcage, but he couldn't bother with the discomfort right now. Turning on his heels he ran headlong back into the fray, calling for suppressing fire as he went.