When Hawke rammed Anshu with his shoulder, he hadn't really thought about how much it was going to hurt. It hurt. A lot. He'd basically body-checked a rock, which, in hindsight, was not a particularly smart move. But how else was he supposed to do damage? He gained some solace in watching Anshu spin. At least his shoulder-pain wasn't for nothing.

The retaliation, however, he did not expect. Eye contact with the rock-thing resulted in the most splitting headache Hawke had ever experienced. He stumbled backwards and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to struggle through the feeling of the psychic attack invading his mind. Fighting blindly against the unexpected offense, he swung a punch.