"Everything. But I suppose the shadow is what I'm most curious about." Morgan answered with a laugh; Wessex had managed several miraculous abilities in the last minutes and each one had left her more confused and awed than the last. Still, amazement aside, she tried to focus on what moves Wessex was making, where her hands moved next.
However, the ruse worked; Morgan prepared for a strike to the neck, tilting her upper body away and bringing her hammer up to brace the handle against Wessex's arm - she was not prepared for the hit to her thigh. Impact was made and her hammer faltered, the Warden staggering to the side with a grunt; digging her feet determinedly into the ground, she steadied her hands and tried to recover.
In a possibly playful tactic, she went towards Wessex's neck with the dagger in her belt, snatching it out and swinging it in a second - however, she would actually make the hit, not the trick, aiming to press the blade against the skin but not bite with it.
However, the ruse worked; Morgan prepared for a strike to the neck, tilting her upper body away and bringing her hammer up to brace the handle against Wessex's arm - she was not prepared for the hit to her thigh. Impact was made and her hammer faltered, the Warden staggering to the side with a grunt; digging her feet determinedly into the ground, she steadied her hands and tried to recover.
In a possibly playful tactic, she went towards Wessex's neck with the dagger in her belt, snatching it out and swinging it in a second - however, she would actually make the hit, not the trick, aiming to press the blade against the skin but not bite with it.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
