Neria stood from her slumped position against a rock and massaged her temples, had the Emissary conjured that attack? Its magic was strong to say the least and she would have to concede victory this time, despite the fact that the barrier and the Darkspawn below could be obliterated by her with the simplest thought, she was under strict orders to show no more of her magics, an order she would obey without question or falter.
Her pride dented she still wanted to destroy them but the thought of her punishment or worse, mothers dissapproval stayed her hand. Instead she gathered herself when she stood and fell back slightly to the mouth of the cave to defend it.
This was another tactical flaw on Jason's behalf, surely if their foe was that insurmountable, a better course of action would be a retreat and possible ambushes laid along the way. This final stand bull felt like suicide. Still it would be another argument, another chess-piece, in the other battles to come.
She held her sword and twirled it as she had done with Sevink but this time with purpose, she would not hold back and she would hold her ground.