Lalin tried not to get distracted with watching her friends wade deep into the fighting. If she stopped to worry about any of them, she wouldn’t be able to worry about herself. She just needed to get through this first battle and then she could track down them each down to make sure that they were all right. This whole battling thing was quickly becoming her least favorite part about being a Grey Warden.
Helping people was wonderful. She had felt a great sense of accomplishment when they had helped out the Alienage elves that had very nearly been sold into slavery. She was looking forward to dealing with the Dalish and especially to seeing more of how Faer group up. Those were the sort of Grey Warden-y things that she was enjoying. Rushing into battle and hoping you didn’t get killed or hurt or one of your friends didn’t get killed or hurt was not what she called a good time.
Adrenalin rushed through her, but there was a bitter, fearful edge to it. Standing at the edge of the battlefield, she picked off as many of the Darkspawn as she could, paying close attention to any that tried to cluster around her companions. Any Darkspawn that tried to overwhelm one of the group quickly found itself littered with arrows. A single Darkspawn spotted the small elf and turned his attention on her. Lalin barely had time to roll to the side as its sword came crashing down. Instinct had her dropping her bow and drawing the gifted knives at her waist. She shoved them up into the creature’s stomach and then throat, the close quarters making it impossible for her to miss. Black blood flooded over her hands and bow, as she resheathed her daggers and picked up her preferred weapon. The nausea would come later. For now, she had work to do.
Her head jerked in Conlan’s direction as he started yelling and calling for the attention of the attacking creatures. The stupid, Maker forsaken idiot. She sent off a rapid volley of arrows at the Darkspawn that turned to face him. None did much harm, but it certainly slowed them down. When she was satisfied that he would be able to hold them off by himself for a moment, Lalin darted closer. She still hovered on the outskirts of the battle, but needed a better line of shot to be of much use to her friend.