Mesaraih's eyes glowed orange as he traced the oncoming fireball that Ester had summoned. He scrambled back, wanting to get as far from the blast as possible, and he managed to avoid getting burned, though he was thrown backwards a bit. He looked around the littered battlefield. Darkspawn limbs were strewn away, with blood and soot spattered everywhere. A few darkspawn were still alive, but they were on the ground and immobile, too injured to stand up.<br/><br/>"Shit, you're scary," he said to Ester, shutting his eyes for a brief moment when he realized they had opened wide. He looked back to the darkspawn. A few were trying to get back on their feet, so Mesaraih jogged over to them and gave them all a stab in the back of the head, smiling as if he were picking vegetables from a crop. "Hmmm... hm hmmmm..." he hummed to himself. There was no real reason for him to do this, but it felt strangely pleasant to make the matter of finishing off the darkspawn like a simple day's work.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna concentrated her newly reinvigorated mana on the last big group of darkspawn that came from the cave, one hand outstretched and glowing with green energy. The clump of genlocks were close together, and suddenly, the rocks around them turned into a liquidy substance that coated them. They slowed down first, then slowly began to set into place, petrified. She breathed out a sigh of relief as she saw Tal taking care of a few stragglers and turned to Ester and Mesaraih. They seemed to have dispatched of the darkspawn on their side as well, albeit from the looks of things, a little more destructively.<br/><br/>"You two are dramatic," she said, a hint of both tart and playfulness in her voice. She turned back to Tal. "You just about done yet?" she was smiling, feeling thankful that she had reliable companions to count on with fighting the beasts. Who knows what would have happened if she was alone, but it might have been even worse to be surrounded with dead weight.</span>