Anthea was happy that Ox did not object to her position, as it seemed to be the only place where she might be of any use. She listened behind her as she heard him call out for the others to fall back. She liked the sound of that, for the stream of darkspawn appeared to be unending.
She tried to fight as best she could despite not being a real warrior. She was always grateful that her spear gave her such a long reach. It allowed her to keep her enemies at a more comfortable distance from herself, at least for the most part. However, she was a bit slower at dispatching the enemies than her group members. She was evidently much better at blocking attacks than dealing them. Luckily, her spear did not break when she blocked. It must have been made from some strange sort of wood, or perhaps it was enchanted, for otherwise it would have broken against the blades of her enemies long ago. She stabbed through the skull of one darkspawn after having traded blows with them a few times, and not long after another appeared to challenge her. Even though she had the least darkspawn attacking her, she was having the least success in fighting them, only just defeating one before another would take its place. Normally, in this sort of situation she would simply run away.
Why didn't she run away? She wasn't exactly sure why. She was a fool though, that she was sure of. The more she fought the darkspawn, the more frustrated she became. Her eyes widened and her brow furrowed as she angrily stabbed her spear at the darkspawn before her. She missed once before managing to stab them in between the plates of their armor, and then kicked them away, forcing the blade out from its body, blood spurting out as she did. The next darkspawn was not that close so she turned her head for a moment to see how the others were faring.
Her head had turned just in time to see Scathach fall to the ground. She had not heard him say that the arrows were poisoned earlier as he had been too quiet, and she, too absorbed in combat. "...Scathach?" she uttered, looking a little stunned. She considered going to help him for a moment but then remembered the one darkspawn that had been coming towards her.
When she turned back to face them again she was nearly too late. The darkspawn before her was just beginning to bring its sword on top of her and she only just raised her spear in time to block it. They hit her hard, making her stagger backwards a bit, causing her to bump into Ox. She cringed, and hoped that the action hadn't affected him. There was no time for her to apologize though as the darkspawn was really going into a frenzy now, trying to take advantage of her stunned state. She blocked many times before their weapons finally locked together. Her eyes narrowed as she drew closer to them. She then gave a swift, hard push against them, then a strong kick, knocking them to the ground. Like a cat, she leaped high into the air, then drove her spear deep into their skull, finishing them.
It was a nice finish. She stared down proudly at her kill, rather happy that she had managed to not get herself killed despite acting so foolishly. How were the others though? There were no darkspawn attacking her at the moment, and none that appeared to be coming towards her. She should help Scathach, if the others hadn't already. With some effort she managed to pull her spear out from the dead darkspawn. It had actually gone a bit into the ground so it was a little difficult to pull out. Spear in hand, she turned back to face the others, noticing unhappily that she had displaced herself a little ways away from Ox during her duel.