MORGAN
Chulane followed her instruction and threw out three more knives. While Morgan usually advised against aiming for the same place twice because it was too predictable, she ironically was not expecting him to: the first hit, scraping against the side of her thigh and nipping her skin. She was quick to move after that, stepping to the side and back to dodge the next knives: if the sting of the cut bothered her, it didn't show.
Once she'd stepped back, she swung her hammer towards Chulane, more to see what he might do than anything else: if he did nothing, she would stop it short of making contact with him: she was not out for blood.
The measure of a man
Stands or falls with what he leaves behind
