Hissra had been mostly silent for the day's journey. They'd pressed onwards, a quick pace. Trying to make up for time lost to useless pursuits. But it was not his place to complain. He'd soon learned and remembered how it was to be part of a unit. The silent one. The one at the back, lacking armor, but giving support.
When the human Warden had called out 'Darkspawn' the Karashok was already moving forth, his weapon and he were one, and Hissra could remember believing he too would be able to experience such a thing, once when he was small. But he was small no longer, and this was the time for battle. He fell back, his eyes falling on one of the shielded warriors, Cormac, and the smallest of the Wardens. When Cormac nodded towards him, Hissra raised his hands to cast, the magic flowing through his veins. The golden glow that surrounded the human warrior dissipated just as swiftly, but it would grant him extra defense against his enemies. If anything were to break through the front flank of warriors, he would be the one taking the attack, as he was the most armored.
On the small Warden he cast Rejuvenate, which would refresh her should she fatigue in battle. Hissra knew she was less experienced than others, but would still fight for all she was worth. It was an admirable trait, if not necessarily logical. He cast his eyes into the distance, where he could see the small army of Darkspawn, perhaps fifteen or twenty of the beasts, like a river of black advancing upon them. The warriors at the front were readying, and the Karashok towered over it all, a fierceness painted into the lines of his shoulders.
Hissra knew that their enemies would fall to a slaughter before them.