Continuation after Rose
Dirt
The man's grip was hard and strong, Hawke attempted every trick in the book but alas he countered all. She attempted to knock him out by swinging her head into his, but it only caused her mroe discomfort. As his fellow accomplice came closer, she swung her legs towards his groin, when her foot struck the pang of metal plating shook her foot.
"Quite feisty too aren't you love? But sadly we are not amatuers such as yourself!"
As the rain came to a stop, Hawke saw his diseased ridden smile, his skin was rough and putrid, hair greays and full og blood from where she had struck him. Her stomach turned in disgust, she attempted tolook at the other attackers face, all she could see was blone hair and felt the stubble of his beard at the back of her neck, he was shorter than her.
Hawke decided to calm down and see whether she could relax them in some way. She loosened her body and felt the holders grip loosen as well. The man in front walked up to her face, his breath was just as disgusting as his looks. She let him come closer, breathing through her mouth. His lips were next to her cheek.
"Come now love, we'll be gentle"
As his ear came towards her mouth, she clencher her teeth upon and ripped. The taste of his blood filled her mouth just as his scream filled her ear. He clung his hand to his ear, his eyes full of rage and struck her with such force with his other. All she could see was black, and the pain from the punch. She struggled as she did before, but faintness came as she struggled to gain focus. Another strike from the side side, harder, the end of a sword.
Hawke felt the wet mud against the side of her face, the short man had dropped her.
Come on Hawke, get up, don't give up like this...
As she attempted to get on her feet, the world spun and she feel again. She had only been training fully as a rogue for a year, Isabela still had much to teach her. The sudden pressure on the back of her head felt like the world. Mud filled her mouth. Hawke struggled to breathe as the ground consumed her.
"Hector, stop"
"Stop, why?! We have her"
"I still want some fun"
Hector by the sound of the voice was the one who she had torn the ear off.
Fun?
She could tell by his tone what he meant, this gave her even more reason to attempt to run, she rose and the pain from her leg shot to her mind. She had no idea when that injury had occured, stuggling to get up felt like hours. The men's laughter filled her thoughts.
The man called Hector grab her arm and swung her onto her back against the floor, ripping of her outer armour to reveal her inner clothing. Hawke swung her arms as hard as she could, striking him numerous times. This didn't stop him, only made him seem more eager.
"Don't be like that, the calmer you are, the easier it will be"
How could I let someone as pathetic as this take me down, death would be more an embrace than his humilation.
As he lay on top of her, she did not see his unnamed friend, his face with such amusement shone upon him. Then suddenly his eyes doubled in size, his mouth parted.
Blood seeped from his mouth.
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Fenris had run as fast as he could, he knew not who wrote the letter but knew that Hawke would think it's writer was him. Who knew about them the night before? How long has she been there? Was she armed?
All these thoughts powered his every move, he ran faster than he'd ever done, even from the magister. His lungs seemed not to need the air. His surroundings became all but a blur apart from the path he took. He only looked ahead, praying that she was fine.
The rain had dissappeared by the time the lake came into view and what he saw.
Pure Rage.
Even though his actions took less than 3 seconds, the image he saw felt like a life time. Two men, both not near his height, he could smell them, rotting. Their armour was expensive. Known mercernaries perhaps? One was further back whilst the other lay upon her.
Fenris grabbed his sword and by the time the first man saw him, he was already dead. His swing silent and swift, the head rolled towards the lake. When he turned to the other all he could see was blood and stuck his sword through his chest.
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Hawke looked lower than she could, saw the tip of the sword protruding from his chest. She knew that sword.
Fenris.
Darkness consumed her.
Retour en haut
Bioware" shirt and run through the streets! (Pants are optional because my Mabari ate them.)
but this is the first time where male protagonist has a voice over, which includes you making choices, that can involve himself in homosexual relationship 
This ought to be interesting ^_____^
Beautifully written nevertheles... But... 
