Tevinter trained its mages to fight even if they were the spoiled upper class. Dorian had never been in a real battle but he knew how to fight and cast. It was exhausting though. When the last shade dies he leans against his staff to catch his breath. He quickly ends up cursing under it as his companion runs off again.

"Kaffas!" He runs after him but it's not for very long. There's a pride demon in a heated battle with more Templars. It is not Dorian's day. It's not Kirkwall's day really.

"What do you do to Southern mages to make them so desperate as to do this?!" he yells above the battle noise. "This is madness!"

Yet, he still wades into battle with the Templars. If only his staff had a spirit rune. He could do so much damage but against a Pride demon he's lost almost half his spells and around this group he cannot call on the dead to help.