And hung from the rafters
The stratagem swings
Morgan had already steeled herself for the blow, knees braced to try and hit the wall with her feet sideways, when Deimos saved her from this fate; she fell into a soft foam that cushioned the blow, only letting her hit the wall with a gentle tap and allowing her to slide down. When her feet touched the ground she patted herself down and focused magic on herself to dry her clothes, before looking up.
"...Thank you. I have not attempted anything like that before and it seems I cannot yet control it." She admitted, finding no shame in accepting what she could not do in front of an equal. "Let me reposition...unless you wish to stop here?" Morgan walked a little closer, inquisitive eyes on Deimos; how far, how long, did he want to take this duel?
"...Thank you. I have not attempted anything like that before and it seems I cannot yet control it." She admitted, finding no shame in accepting what she could not do in front of an equal. "Let me reposition...unless you wish to stop here?" Morgan walked a little closer, inquisitive eyes on Deimos; how far, how long, did he want to take this duel?
Born from the ashes
Of counterfeit kings
MORGAN
Base Code by Sky!
