"I look forward to it." Morgan would have offered to buy a drink for the conversation, but there was little point when she spoke to an Ascended. She'd probably need one anyway to deal with the idea of such a powerful individual (what would they do if one such person was an enemy?).
As it turned out, Wessex was correct in her wonderings - Morgan realised now that the moment was passed a pain in her side, more than a simple bruise. As the arm came up to shove her she let it push her away, taking the kick with a grimace before holding up both hands. "You have won." Looking to her side, she showed where the sword had made a nick in the fabric and a small prick of red blood gleamed within.
"There was no doubt of the result, but the training was still illuminating." She smiled and nodded an acknowledgement at Wessex.
As it turned out, Wessex was correct in her wonderings - Morgan realised now that the moment was passed a pain in her side, more than a simple bruise. As the arm came up to shove her she let it push her away, taking the kick with a grimace before holding up both hands. "You have won." Looking to her side, she showed where the sword had made a nick in the fabric and a small prick of red blood gleamed within.
"There was no doubt of the result, but the training was still illuminating." She smiled and nodded an acknowledgement at Wessex.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
