Skeletons are familiar. He's fought plenty in his time. It's almost like being back in Kirkwall. Fenris rushes forward, all fury, destroying as many skeletons as he can with every swipe. Still, it's slow work, and Fenris is furious with it. His finesse is lacking, control blinkering in precision force rage.

There's no time for finesse and subtlety now. Fenris roars as he works.

"Cazador! Face me!"