Good, there we go. At least he's not standing around like a stunned lemming. Her eyes catch the blue energy that he tries to summon and she pauses, watching. Is he a mage too? No, he's using a sword... Hawke's heard of battle mages, those who can run into battle like a singular force of nature, but he doesn't seem to fit the descriptions. Oh well, there'll be time for speculation later.

She lets him make his stand against the final three, knowing he can probably handle them on his own. The krogan, though, is her chief concern, and so she focuses on him first. Exhaling, Hawke gathers herself for one final bout of magic, hands extending. Her magic is quick to latch onto the krogan, fingers curling as if she's physically grabbed him. Hooking her power in, she casts once more, pulling him into a prison of energy. It's not visible so much as felt, used to slow him down instead of outright trapping him. But the next part is a bit more visceral, as the cage of energy simply collapses and deals more damage as time passes.

Eventually, the krogan is weakened enough that Hawke can let go and give herself a breather. Pushing any further would literally rip the creature apart.