Great, Mobius thinks, this is it, dying before fulfilling his purpose to a creature he's supposed to know how to fight if only the commanders had taken the rare threats as seriously as the more common ones. He sprawls out along the stone with the air knocked from him and several aches from the hit and the impact both, damned spindly thing packing more of a wallop than one might think, letter opener skidding away. He'll fight it tooth and literal nail if need be. Dazed, he raises a hand, intent on summoning up a blast of Fade energy--

--and turns out he doesn't even need to. Loxley has taken full advantage of the distraction, flanking, firing, hitting his mark. It falls, then disappears, then appears once more to give the qunari something to think about.

And explodes. Lovely.

He wipes some slime from his cheek and sends out a silent prayer to on high. Maker knows that all could've been a lot worse. Hefting himself with a wince to sitting up, his mind starts catching up to everything that happened in very short order as the effort of his own abilities eases back to nothing. "Abby? Is Abby okay?" Given she took the brunt of a whole bookcase.