Hawke doesn't have a whole lot of time to try and figure out whether Fenris is an apparition coming after him or if he's the apparition in this scenario, as the elf is coming after him with killing intent and all he can do is react-- But he has raw power on his side, and no matter how strong Fenris' lyrium brands have made him Hawke will always be physically stronger just by virtue of being a 6'4" solid slab of muscle. He can weather the elf's fury, even if it's directed at someone he can't see.
He catches Fenris' strike with a counter-attack of his own, blocking the blow with the haft of his greataxe and holding it there with all the strength he can muster. He feels a distant sense of pride that he's straining a bit to do so--that's his Fenris, able to make him break a sweat in more ways than one--but his attention stays on the elf's eyes, searching for a way in.
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Hawke doesn't have a whole lot of time to try and figure out whether Fenris is an apparition coming after him or if he's the apparition in this scenario, as the elf is coming after him with killing intent and all he can do is react-- But he has raw power on his side, and no matter how strong Fenris' lyrium brands have made him Hawke will always be physically stronger just by virtue of being a 6'4" solid slab of muscle. He can weather the elf's fury, even if it's directed at someone he can't see.
He catches Fenris' strike with a counter-attack of his own, blocking the blow with the haft of his greataxe and holding it there with all the strength he can muster. He feels a distant sense of pride that he's straining a bit to do so--that's his Fenris, able to make him break a sweat in more ways than one--but his attention stays on the elf's eyes, searching for a way in.
"Fenris, stop!" he tries again. "It's me!"