Post by Memento Mori on Jan 2, 2023 14:42:10 GMT
Morgan wanted to learn swordplay here to develop skills with the blade. Against the might of a vampire though and another opposition it told her to use all of herself. Much as she dreamed of being something else a fight didn't cater to such ideals. So she fought as a ghost, in the rush toward the vampire she got a sense her words may have been taken as insult but more so moves coming. Consider how she should have moved but don't adjust in the now. She wasn't there no wristlock or slash at the throat was coming. He passed through her and then her blade hindered movement. He was healing fairly swift cuts being shallow and nature of a vampire. In a real fight she'd have had to push that advantage not move to another mark. Was a good trick but if opposition healed to fast a thought crippling blow could just be an exposure to her back.
Move for Kore, she's also annoyed. Morgan managed a smile at that, the feeling of pushing the woman of at least being something of a challenge. Maybe the witch breed was changing goal posts, but she also wasn't sure Kore saw it. Every time the witch's violet eyes met with the antichrist's violet eyes she saw many things. The heroism and hunter she wanted to be, roots in something evil turned to more. Where one was Kore though, Memento couldn't escape feeling she was just the sister of Sugar Skull. She saw both a person she'd like to befriend, but a woman who she xouldnt help but hold a degree of hate for. The nice home and office of Smith Inc compared to a burned down home. Morgan lived on the run as it was easier then confronting this moment. In trying to be the hero she wanted to be, while betraying the few shreds of family she thought was left.
Blade finds rest against a forcefield. There's no blood, she's mostly thankful for this. Wounds exist to convey perhaps some frustration though there wasn't blood. Briefly there's a feeling of change and the witchbreed to is pleased by this. Of getting under ones skin, a passive aggressive victory if anything but truthfully the kind she wanted. Morgan didn't want to actually inflict harm there was simply enough pain to briefly be conflicted with who she sought to be.
Spectral rival of the devil was improving. A rotation of the sword managed to block against the stab for the gut. A kick comes in and she focuses on directing weapon in the way. Maintaining guard over retreat or using her spectral self. The shin connects with steel, flat of the blade to. The witchbreed had went for a block over trying to turn kick into something hacked into. Minor tells existed of someone at least trying to learn the sword over using power especially against Kore who hadn't been as power focused. Ones abilities though were also intrinsic to oneself. Her defense was decent however not a mastery Kore had made another move in her combo.
A fist passed through her jaw. With nothing there it was further extended. The hand of the devil partly buried into the face of Morgan. Curiously she did feel something, a sort of displacement as her astral self interacted with the barrier. Despite no skin in the moment she felt like it was crawling. Perhaps Pride could work on ghosts perhaps not on Memento she didn't feel a stinging strike. Something was there however, the attack may have been physical but the source was something more. "I'm actually more satisfied then probably seem. I know I'm difficult. I want to be on some level. Haven't been so much so to chase someone away, like I need to be. I've landed hits some way of getting that vendetta out, without being like Isabella."
Eyes turned to the vampire. "I do. I can't help fight who's coming. But I know how adjacent to them I am. Cutting lose on me helps me feel like there's a chance. Besides long as you two don't rip something from my skull, I'll probably heal." Septimus would probably read the tone better then Kore in the moment. The witchbreed simply wasn't someone afraid of pain or death, there wasn't a desire for it but a comfort in confronting it. Something about her upbringing made for an unorthodox soldier in the end. A crusader was there below angst trauma and violence. "Untill I'm dead I'm not done fighting. But with this maybe I can stop fighting you." Her eyes meeting again with Kore's. They'd only fought here, clearly though Morgannfelt like shed been fighting Kore for some time.