"NO!" Hawke lunged for the smoke, as if he could hold it and stop Killian.
The grief turned as it always did with Hawke to anger. He staggered to his feet, raised both hands to the sky and split the air open. The first fireball crashed into the ground inches from him, throwing dirt and flames around him. The second smashed a group of zombies into nothing. Fireballs kept dropping from the sky until the spell ended, leaving the river bank pock marked with craters and very much on fire.