Cole reached out his hand to Dorian and pale light chased along it. Healing spells were fueled by the Fade, but more than that, they were powered by spirits. Spirits of Compassion.
The spell was more powerful for Cole's presence and assistance.
"He was coming up behind the group. So I came up behind him, red, boiling, the snow cools, chills, chases the heat back, can think to check my feet have armour, a gap, just big enough for Silkdart to slide into, kissing flesh and bone."
"He came up behind it, stabbed it in the kidneys and then seemed surprised that it backhanded him into a quarry wall and followed up with a spray of lyrium spikes," Cadash elaborated.
Cole looked at his leg. His armour was rent straight through the thigh plate, bandaging underneath holding his thigh together. "It hurt. But not as much as Silkdart."
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The spell was more powerful for Cole's presence and assistance.
"He was coming up behind the group. So I came up behind him, red, boiling, the snow cools, chills, chases the heat back, can think to check my feet have armour, a gap, just big enough for Silkdart to slide into, kissing flesh and bone."
"He came up behind it, stabbed it in the kidneys and then seemed surprised that it backhanded him into a quarry wall and followed up with a spray of lyrium spikes," Cadash elaborated.
Cole looked at his leg. His armour was rent straight through the thigh plate, bandaging underneath holding his thigh together. "It hurt. But not as much as Silkdart."