They couldn't avoid the Templars forever. The way Anders saw it, if they wanted peace, they would have left the Order, or at least made an offer of surrender. But they weren't out for justice, they were out for blood. Mage blood, his blood. They were just taking their creed to its logical conclusion.
Plus, Anders rather liked seeing Altair in action. He swore, that man liked killing Templars even more than Justice did. He could easily pass for an Orlesian bard, with the outfit and the way he fought. Templars were only trained to fight mages and demons, but they were ill-prepared for rogues and fellow warriors. They probably assumed that there was no need to learn to fight non-mages, figuring that the general population was on their side.
It was when he began to be overwhelmed that he started to worry, as he felt himself begin to run out of mana.
Before Justice could make an appearance to defend them, they heard an odd snap-hiss noise, immediately followed by a red glow. Anders's head snapped in that direction and his eyes went wide. He could only stare in awe as Altair sliced through the Templars like butter, using a glowing red weapon unlike anything Anders had ever seen.
Turning back to the Templars attacking him, he continued to stare agape as their armor crushed them. Templar armor was enchanted to resist magic, to say nothing of how Anders had yet to see magic that could do that to armor.
"Huh?" He turned to Altair, giving a small nod. "I'm fine, yes... How did you...?" He looked at the weapon in Altair's hand. "That... that weapon, it's like the blades are made of magic."
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Plus, Anders rather liked seeing Altair in action. He swore, that man liked killing Templars even more than Justice did. He could easily pass for an Orlesian bard, with the outfit and the way he fought. Templars were only trained to fight mages and demons, but they were ill-prepared for rogues and fellow warriors. They probably assumed that there was no need to learn to fight non-mages, figuring that the general population was on their side.
It was when he began to be overwhelmed that he started to worry, as he felt himself begin to run out of mana.
Before Justice could make an appearance to defend them, they heard an odd snap-hiss noise, immediately followed by a red glow. Anders's head snapped in that direction and his eyes went wide. He could only stare in awe as Altair sliced through the Templars like butter, using a glowing red weapon unlike anything Anders had ever seen.
Turning back to the Templars attacking him, he continued to stare agape as their armor crushed them. Templar armor was enchanted to resist magic, to say nothing of how Anders had yet to see magic that could do that to armor.
"Huh?" He turned to Altair, giving a small nod. "I'm fine, yes... How did you...?" He looked at the weapon in Altair's hand. "That... that weapon, it's like the blades are made of magic."