Blood, gore, violence, it was all a typical afternoon to Hawke. He might even whistle if he was in the right mood. He wasn't, not since Killian vanished from the world. The fight released some of the tension in him but not all. He still carried the ache in his chest.
"Back home, we'd call that a demon and you'd be killed," he said with some amusement as he continued his grisly work. "Or made Tranquil which is worse than death if you ask me." There was one thing in the whole of existence that scared Hawke deep down and that was Tranquility.
He laughed and made a very formal bow to Ken. "I didn't end up Champion because of my good looks, my friend. The only talents I truly have are in throwing fire and killing things that attack me."