My rogue is literally dripping blood, covered from head to toe in viscera and spatter from the horde of Darkspawn that have fallen to my intrepid group of heroes. My party is ragged, tired, bloodied, and low on health potions. The first wave fell easily, wheat before the scythes of my twin blades. The second wave slowed us, but we held strong. There were more though…always more.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at http://www.quartertothree.com/fp/2011/03/17/dragon-age-ii-all-about-the-combat/