Attack the Venatori camps!

The battle goes smoothly, all of your companions nothing short of well-oiled killing machines as they carve a swath through the Venatori with lethal efficiency towards your designated hill.

Iron Bull leads the attack, his axe cutting down Venatori brutes like a hot knife through butter. You can't tell if he's showing off to Gatt or flexing the Inquisition's muscle at the Ben-Hassrath but he's certainly inspiring his fellow companions with his intensity.

A cum-faced Cassandra charges alongside Bull, using her strength to topple men twice her size. The Seeker of Truth deflects every spell hurled her way with her shield before lunging forward with a mighty roar as she plunges her sword deep into the chest of the closest Venatori mage.

"Maker take you!" the holy warrior shouts in victory, punctuating her words with a hard kick to the wounded mage's sternum that sends his body hurtling off the side of the steep hillside.

Meanwhile, Dorian twirls his staff as he conjures fireballs. The mage insists his flamboyant style is an old Tevinter technique but to your eyes, it always looks more like a strange form of dance. However, it does seem to add an extra spark to his flames as he lit the Venatori archers ablaze, making them even easier pickings for Bull and Cassandra's freshly-sharpened blades.

Gatt handles clean-up duty, scurrying from twitching, broken heap to twitching, broken heap, slitting throats with his daggers to ensure these Venatori don't rear their heads anytime soon.

While the battle rages above, you and Scout Harding enjoy a leisurely hike up the hill together. The two of you snack on trail mix and share a wineskin of spiced mead while making small talk about several random topics including Harding's dance lessons. You convince the dwarven girl into baring her surprisingly large breasts, her tits bouncing gently as she strolls alongside you. Whether it's the excitement of all the fighting or the brisk rain trickling down her sloping tits, the bubbly dwarf's nipples look stiff enough to mine lyrium deposits.

Following the trail of blood, you soon reach the crest of the hillside to see the aftermath of your forces easily taking the enemy camp, rolling out a proverbial welcome mat for the Qunari ship.

“And here we are," Iron Bull smirks, pulling his battle-ax from one of the whimpering warriors lying on the ground and wiping off the blood. "Successfully balls deep in the Venatori camp."

"Good work, team." you commend them, surveying the scene. "We showed those Venatori."

"We're clear, Gatt." Bull calls out once the eagle-eyed Harding gives him the thumbs up.

"Right, signaling the Dreadnought," Gatt says, firing the flare that whistles up into the sky.

"The Chargers already sent theirs up," Bull reports, using a spyglass to inspect the second hill. "See 'em down there?" he directs, beaming with pride for his mercenary crew as they all stood victorious over the small band of dead foes on the grassy hill.

"I knew you gave them the easier job," Gatt says churlishly.

The Iron Bull smirks, about to respond before being cut off by the sudden ringing of ship bells.

"There's the Dreadnought." Bull points towards the horizon. "Ah, that brings back memories."

From the foggy mist, the massive warship sails into view. The Dreadnought is a sight to behold, the giant horns jutting from its bow a fitting symbol of Qun power as it stalks its Venatori prey. The cornered smuggler ship has no chance of escape as the Dreadnought fires a row of mortars, launching a volley of **** that easily destroys the merchant's vessel of red lyrium.

“Nice one!” Bull cheers, watching the flaming wreckage through his spyglass before he turns. "Crap." the Qunari curses, handing the spyglass to you. "You'd better have a look at this, Boss."

Peering across the beach to the hill where you sent the Chargers, you can see Krem and Dalish beginning to undress and drop to their knees while they begin pleasuring their fellow Chargers.

"Looks fine to me, big guy," you smirk, tugging your cock at the victory orgy breaking out.

With a single gray finger, Bull pushes the top of the spyglass down, readjusting your aim and directing your attention to the legion of Venatori heading straight for the unaware Chargers.

“Ah...that." you murmur, slowly halting your knuckle-shuffling.

"They've still got time to fall back if we call it now," Bull reasons, ready to blow the horn.

"Your men need to hold that position, Bull..." Gatt states his opinion matter-of-factly.

"They do that and they're dead." your Qunari friend replies, concern seeping into his voice.

"And if they don't," Gatt spells out. "The Venatori retake that hill and the Dreadnaught is dead. You'd be throwing away an alliance between the Inquisition and the Qunari. You'd be declaring yourself Tal-Vashoth. With all you've given the Inquisition, half the Ben-Hasrath think you've betrayed us already. I stood up for you Hissrad, I told them you'd never become Tal-Vashoth!"

"They're my men..." the Bull growls angrily.

"You need to do what's right, Hissrad. For this alliance and for the Qun." Gatt offers coldly.

Iron Bull turns toward you silently, his good eye trained on you as if he's awaiting orders.