"Would you stop?" Nathaniel snaps at the mage, half an eye on the Templar despite not.. really viewing him as any real kind of threat at the moment. He bats Anders' hand off of his shoulder in irritation. "It was an accident."

Not that he wouldn't shoot a Templar for Anders' sake, no matter what Anders might think, but he wouldn't do it for no reason and certainly not because he had just been asked to. They would have to have a talk about just how far Nathaniel was willing to go for the sake of friendship.

"Yes, I want you to use a spell, before he actually--" The clatter of the sword on the ground catches his attention and he turns sharply from Anders to step over, catch the blade with his foot and move it out of Cullen's reach. Much safer, even if the man looks in no state to be trying to get up again anyway.

"Faints, apparently. Never mind. Now will you do something? Preferably before he doesn't have any blood left."