Well, it seemed like she did at least catch Wessex unawares with the hammer; Morgan let it soar back into her hand, the handle making a light noise as it hit her palm and she took it back into her side. Of course, she was to be surprised again herself as the ice cleared and Wessex had disappeared behind it; it was clear that a fight against her was one that would require full attention.
She whirled around after a moment staring at the room before her, checking the nooks and crannies; the eyeline of some of the Shields around her alerted her to the Queen's location. "How do you do that?" Morgan asked, genuinely curious, taking a few steps back to recreate a distance between them, leaving it to Wessex to make the next first strike.
She whirled around after a moment staring at the room before her, checking the nooks and crannies; the eyeline of some of the Shields around her alerted her to the Queen's location. "How do you do that?" Morgan asked, genuinely curious, taking a few steps back to recreate a distance between them, leaving it to Wessex to make the next first strike.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
