MORGAN
Some nights, I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Some nights, I wish they'd just fall off
Whatever the reason, Morgan's magic had the intended effect of discouraging Loren from charging at her; she stopped the stream after he changed course, trying to jump back from whatever it was he was attempting, expecting a strike.
Cleverly, Loren did not deliver one: instead he sprayed up shards of hard, sharp ice which flew up towards her, some of them shooting just into the gaps of her clothing and leaving thin, little cuts: hardly a wound to write home about, but an annoying shot of pain all the same. Clearly, Loren was not above a little bit of dirty tactics; Morgan decided she would not be either.
Leaning for a moment as if she were about to pick up her warhammer and swing with that, Morgan instead flicked a finger and with a clang, a sword from the rack on the wall flew towards Loren's side from behind him.
Cleverly, Loren did not deliver one: instead he sprayed up shards of hard, sharp ice which flew up towards her, some of them shooting just into the gaps of her clothing and leaving thin, little cuts: hardly a wound to write home about, but an annoying shot of pain all the same. Clearly, Loren was not above a little bit of dirty tactics; Morgan decided she would not be either.
Leaning for a moment as if she were about to pick up her warhammer and swing with that, Morgan instead flicked a finger and with a clang, a sword from the rack on the wall flew towards Loren's side from behind him.
But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
Oh Lord, I'm still not sure, what I stand for
