#also a first definite show of sorens unnatural traits

[mommydragon-of-all]

Answering this from @hadiden-lavellan

Soren's brows furrowed in indignation at the words, and as Hadiden turned from Cullen he was already in mid step to follow him, grab him maybe, turn him around, make him see reason.

"Oh thats high," he threw ahead, "I wasnt even born innocent." But his momentum was haltered by a strong arm, and his burning gaze jumped to the commander in his way, pissed and incredulous about the whole scenario.

It was one thing that the blond elf believed Soren truly under his command, he was playing the inquisitions puppet decently enough in order to stay around in the middle of this new mess, but for people to believe they actually could stand in Sorens way, make him oppose the drive of his heart, that was ridiculous. He may have indulged it with an amused smirk, staying in his supposed role momentarily and going around it right after, had he not been so worked up. But he was pushed past play pretend by a protesting fire stirring in him like a waking dragon. 

Soren may have started to develop a bit of an itch to do as it pleased Hadiden, but he answered to no man, and his need to protect the dummy grew bigger by the day. Even if he had to face the mans fury for it, he was NOT leaving this idiotic martyr wanna be to his fate. The idea was noble and admirable, but the execution looked like giving up, and Soren loathed it. Here he was after all, taking this mad dive while throwing away one of his greatest weapons, a fine piece of blood magic work. Not that he was quite aware of Sorens countless enhancements, but still, he sure had a glimpse by now of just how efficient a beast of destruction he could be. Besides, he was no man to run *from* trouble, and much less so a man to leave people he cared about behind in mortal danger. The idea of leaving Hadiden behind so ignited a sinking feeling in his stomach. He didnt like it. He didnt like it at all.

He shoved away the restricting arm and started towards Hadidens turned back again, eyes gloving with defiance and determination.

"The only way-..." he was interrupted by iron grips halting his steps, from both sides now, along with some words that flew by his ears, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance. He had no patience now to pay this chain of command game.

An irritated tic to his pointy nose and he was done playing roles, done fitting in, done with these pathetic shackles latching on him. The two man were clutching his arms, legs wide and bodies stiff as they held their position restraining Soren. Or so they believed.

With his arms “held down” in their grasps he grabbed the two man by their belts and lifted them both, tossing them back with a casual ease one might shrug small monkeys off with, not grown man in full heavy armor. The momentum had them both slipping off his arms and stumble back several steps after they touched the ground again, the commander finding his footing first and steadying the other man. Soren didnt mean harm, he just flicked them off like the annoying little pests they were being at the moment, but that nonchalant effortlessness widened the mans -and onlookers- eyes even more.

Soren paying no mind to anyone but the other elf ahead of him, continued.

"The only way im leaving Haven is towards that incoming mayhem. Why not just let me loose on it, for fucks sake? Im the Master of mayhem!"

He noticed Hadidens back stiffening, as if he braced himself to say or do something perhaps, 'most likely to continue being stubborn', Soren thought with a huff.

"You know what? File your complaints after we’re done with this." Whatever the proper procedure this charade had standing, he would deal with it later. He wasnt one to ponder consequences whenever there was time to act. So with that said he turned his steps towards the entrance instead.

He was done reasoning too. It was a pointless exercise in stubbornness, and they had no time to have that match right now.

What he didnt expect though, was 'friendly fire'. He grew soft to a lot of these people already, had his usual guards down, senses filtering out the familiar, trusted movements. Big mistake. One that bit him in the ass a good few times already. Even Cáren couldnt beat that lesson into him, and she did toss mean surprise blows at him often enough to try. Well, if it wasnt always for purely educational purposes, that was still a counted bonus. Still, no use, once one was filed as friendly, the alerts went down.

A rush of magic filled his head and the world tilted, stretching distant and disappearing into thick darkness. 'How clever' was Sorens last thought in his surprised state, distracted for a moment before blacking out. It was just enough time for his quick brain to figure it was Dorians move, the one who knew enough of the loopholes in his magical artefacts and accessories defenses, and could pull that, well, less than reputable spell out of his finger. Impressed or not on that account, there was a thunderstorm to face... later... after he woke up.