Listen now, don't suggest things that Carver might actually enjoy. That would ruin his image, and we can't have that now. (Someone please drag him to the beach. He's Fereldan and might swelter but Maker knows the man needs to enjoy himself).

Carver brings his blade up, just in time to block the downswing. He digs his heels in, grunting as he pushes back, hoping to reverse the momentum back towards Julian.