Thedas was flying over the ranks of the demon army, dropping down in front of Lucien. Wings folding back into his back, as he stared at the demon in front of him. Before there swords clashed, he twisted to the right when the demons blade passed to close to thedas's head. He kept moving, it was a deadly dance of swords clashing blocking. Yells and screams surrounded them, before he put his blade into the demons chest he smiled at him. Sweat covered his face, before he saw a smirk on Lucien's face. Looking down to find a sword in his stomach both collapsed to the ground. Gasping for breath, thedas's groaned in pain knowing he wouldn't survive this.