A Change of the Script

Chapter 5

The battle was as fierce as Lyna had expected it to be. A few seconds after bursting through the doors the darkspawn had fallen on them as though a dam had broken. She had started by using her bow and she and Wynn had managed to take down a good number of darkspawn before they had been close enough for Alistair and Zevran to charge into them. Zev seemed to disappear and reappear behind an opponent and then disappear again before the darkspawn had even hit the floor dead. Alistair, on the other hand, made himself a target to draw the attention from his companions. He used his sword and shield as though they were extensions of himself. But as fast as the darkspawn were falling, more were replacing them. It was as if there was no end to them. Just as Lyna dropped her bow and pulled out her twin daggers she heard the sound of a horn being blown behind her just as arrows started to fly past her head and bury themselves in the heads of multiple darkspawn. Turning slightly, she saw a group of around twenty or so Humans, Elves and Dwarves swarm onto the roof. Feeling her hopes of success raise slightly she quickly ran and leapt onto the back of a Hurlock that had been approaching Alistair from behind. With a war cry she burrowed her blades into it's exposed neck then bracing her feet on it's back as it fell she sprung off, pulling her blades with her. Flipping in mid air she directed her blades at the Hurlock approaching Wynn and threw one blade. It pierced the Hurlock through the back of it's right knee. As it fell Wynn set it ablaze as Lyna ran towards it, neatly bringing her remaining blade around and slitting it's throat. After reclaiming her blade from it's leg she glanced around the battlefield. Those could come in handy.  she thought as she caught sight of the balistas that were along the parapet. They looked to be similar to the ones that had been assembled at Ostagar so she assumed that they could be turned. Taking note of the positions of the three balistas and the positionof the Archdemon she quickly formed a plan.

"The Balistas!" she called out to the others as she made a beeline for the one closest to the dragon, knowing they would understand her plan. Fighting her way to it she noticed Alistair taking up a defensive stance close to it, ready to protect her. Once she arrived she used the crank to rotate the heavy contraption so that it pointed at her main target. It was already loaded and more large bolts were next to it. Making sure her aim was true she fired her first shot. Unfortunately this also announced their intentions to the horde. Many broke off from attacking the small army that had joined them and made their way towards them.

"Keep firing. We'll take care of them." Alistair said as she made to move away from the balista.

Turning back she reloaded and fired again and again until theArchdemon gave out an almighty roar that reverberated around the area as well as her head, and reared up, breathing fire directed toward sher. Jumping out of the way, Lyna managed to avoid being burned to a cinder but the balista wasn't so lucky. The dragon moved to a new spot on the roof. Unfortunately you're still in my line of fire.  she thought wryly. The Dalish Elf knew that if they defeated the Archdemon then the horde would be lost and leaderless. Though they would still be difficult to defeat they would not be organized and chaotic. Running to the next balista with her small group they repeated the same process. On the way to the third though, the Archdemon whipped it's tail and stomped hard on the ground. Unfortunately their new path took them closer to the Archdemon than they would have liked. They along with the darkspawn in their vicinity were knocked off their feet by the shock wave. Whilst they were clambering back to their feet it let out another large arching tongue of flame which had them scrambling to get out of the way. As she scrambled clear Lyna saw Alistair being knocked back by another swipe of it's powerful tail. He was thrown for a good few feet before slamming hard into a nearby Alpha and falling to the ground. Just as she was about to go to him she saw the Alpha fall and Zevran appear, helping the warrior to his feet. Breathing a sigh of relief she sent a prayer up to the Creators and turned to continue to the third and final balista. As she ran she spotted the sword that had been strapped to Alistair's back. It was lodged in a Genlocks back. How it had gotten there she didn't know but it was close to the Archdemon.