Conlan charged forward toward the larger darkspawn. The thing thrust its weapon toward him. He let it strike his shield, then let the shield fall parallel to it's path, deflecting it. Con tried to bring his sword up to strike at the monster while it's weapon was extended but his arm began to ache.
He was forced to drop the sword, and grab the shield with both hands as his enemy swung it's weapon at his shield, first striking on the right side and then the left. Each swing causing the blade to drag over the shield's face.
Conlan realized his arms were mostly useless here, and chose instead to use his legs. He pushed off the ground, slamming the shield into the darkspawns face, and using his full body weight as a weapon, knocking them both to the ground.
He rolled off his opponent, who was now disarmed, and seemed disinclined to move any time soon. He sat up to look at see if the biting darkspawn was going to attack. Instead he saw that the creature had long since been killed by one of his companions. In fact, all of the darkspawn it seemed were dead or injured, and the battle had been wrapped up with the Wardens and their companions victorious
That was his cue to begin coughing as the pain in his side flared terribly. He pulled his helmet off and tried to push himself to standing. Gravity, and fatigue decided that was not going to be possible, and Conlan fell onto his back, grinning, and exhausted.