Duty, honour. Warriors seemed to carry that more often than mages, or perhaps it is simply that she has seen the worst side of a powerful mages too often and too personally to easily forgive the rest of her kind, to consider them as innocent and deserving of freedom as they proclaim. She has had to skirt her fair share of bandits and rebel templars, but in the moment that is easier to forget.

"Fight it is," Greta agrees, exhaling slowly as she raises her staff, holding it in both hands. It is worth saying, "I'll hit it with lightning, twice." No one wants to be struck by lightning, after alll, and a slight smile might be at her mouth. "My aim is excellent, I promise."

No friendly fire here, today. "Andraste, guide me," she murmurs, before lightning dances through the air, once, twice, the first shattering the remains of ice and the second a quick and harsher follow up to crackle and burn over the beast's skin.