[ alright, she can play along. the profile is a little weird, but amusing. the fancy dress is, well. it's not her favorite thing, but it's not that much different than mage robes, so she can deal with it for now. it's all well and good until the old man says enjoy and then it's just--

what. ]

What.

[ no, really, what's the point of this? this is the most ridiculous thing amell's ever seen. so ridiculous, in fact, that she stands at the edge of things for a little while, gaping at the chaos. it's not until a stray... something whizzes past her ear that she joins in. ]

Alright, that's it. [ with a scowl on her face, she stalks forward towards the fighting npcs. a blast of lightning leaps from her hands to the nearest one, throwing him back until he's a twitching lump on the floor. ] There's plenty more where that came from. Who's next?

[ if one looks carefully, one may see that the npc she just hit is not, in fact, dead. injured, yes. possibly with a new heart problem. but not dead. ]

[ by the time this rolls around, amell is capital-d Done with all this. darkspawn and deepstalkers she can handle. but this whole attacking everyone else for no apparent reason, fight to the death thing? yeah, she's not a fan. not a fan at all. the blood on her dress is evidence enough that she's done what she's had to, but she's avoided confrontation where she can.

this... this is sadly not a fight she can inch out of. her enemy is skilled and it's taking everything she has to stay out of range of their sword and shield. amell fires spell after spell at them, slowly wearing them down, until a well-placed bolt of lightning finally does them in. she leans over then, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

at least, she is until she sees the face of the man she just killed. it's alistair, her friend and fellow warden. her heart stops for a moment. she can't really have just--no, that's not possible. but, sure enough, when she kneels beside the body, it looks like a very dead alistair.

that doesn't stop her from pulling on her magic to try and heal him, though. ] No, no, no. You don't get to die on me, you royal bastard. Not like this. Not now when I've almost found it. [ she grits her teeth and tries to ignore her exhaustion. ] Andraste's tits, wake up.

[ got an idea or want to do something in another phase? feel free!! ]