It took a moment for the gravity to return to normal after Hawke stopped casting. The mage staggered a bit at the sudden drop in his mana levels. He wasn't drained but he was edging towards it. There would be no more casting big spells for him. He would have to use his magic defensively.
"So, you're some sort of... summoner? Shape shifter? Spiritual shape shifter?" Hawke had no idea how to describe the magic Ken could do. Giant floating lightning golems were not common in Thedas at all. "Well done whatever it was."
He walked over to a dog, planted his boot on its shoulder and stabbed it through the neck. It was not a pleasant scene as Hawke worked the blade through the neck until the head dropped off. Again he kicked it away just in case.