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She felt it deep in her blood, the rage - her throat burned and the words couldn’t come.
The blade was heavy in her hand. It wasn’t enough to push through the horde descending towards them in the darkness of the Thaig. She was heaving, breaths shallow with a fear she wasn’t familiar with. Alistair lifted his arm up high, blade flickering with the poisonous blood and suddenly the room was illuminated with his Templar power.
The pure white light washed over her.
It didn’t rest the rage inside her. She was ravenous for violence and everything turned into a bloody haze.