Melee fights are to be avoided when you're a mage, as a rule, but Hawke is broad and tall and when he got out of the Pit he refreshed on how to throw a punch, which benefits him now as he descents on the other guard with a full knuckled hit to the mouth, practically riding him down to the ground with the force of the blow. There's nothing in it that's finesse or fine tuned. It's a punch that aims to hurt and he succeeds by dislocating the guard's jaw with a cut off yelp and a pathetic whimper.

Hawke raises quickly, leaving his boot against his target's neck to prevent any screaming and then looks to Amelia. Should he just throw the man down into the sinkhole and use that cover for their business? He's half a mind to and so he hauls the man back to his feet by his collar, twisting it still so talking is difficult, and walks him backwards so Hawke's grip on his collar is the only think keeping him from disappearing into the blackness of the cavern below.

Even as the man he's fairly certain is Calus begins to flail in his grip, the look on Hawke's face is deathly calm. Clinical. And he holds him further over the sinkhole with all the detached demeanor of a crumbling cliffside.