MORGAN
Disappointed her knife hadn't reached it's mark, Morgan made to dash away, but soon found herself tackled by bolts of lighting, each aimed for another part of her; not all of them found their mark, but it was enough to send her down to the ground, obviously defeated.
The hot burning shame in her chest was predictable enough, even though she tried to not be prideful. It made sense Zariah would win in a battle of magical ability; she was, after all, the 'Archmage'. Waiting until the lightning began to dissipate, Morgan sat up and reached out a hand towards Zariah to shake, using her other hand to rub at her own ankle. "Good fight. Respectable skill."
Well I guess it's only life, it's only natural
We all spend a little while going down the rabbit hole
