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
Morgan had expected some magical fighting of course, but she had been first trained in swordfighting and the habit stuck deep, especially for a closer combat like this. Loren shot his steam towards her and she took a jump back, holding up her arms to create a shield of water before herself as defense. She would try and shoot this forward once the steam had been blocked to distract Loren more than anything else as she ran behind the water shield, hoping to get closer.
Loren had dodged and so she had to turn, which slowed her down - still, when she was close enough she raised her sword to swing at him. She would not actually aim to make any serious wounds: maybe a few scratches, if she could land a blow.
Loren had dodged and so she had to turn, which slowed her down - still, when she was close enough she raised her sword to swing at him. She would not actually aim to make any serious wounds: maybe a few scratches, if she could land a blow.
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
