Muscles burned. His body ached. Hawke found himself feeling much the same way he did after dueling the Arishok. Still he stands with his weapons at the ready. It seems that if there's any fighting left to be done, it will be amongst themselves. Hopefully that won't be needed.

"Now I've slain more than a few dragons in my time but I'd like to call that self-defense more than anything." He nods his head back towards the creature. "Whatever it was, it's not that any more, and it probably needs aid more than another kick in the teeth."

Eloquently put as always.