almost had the berserker and her avenger companion taken down the last glitched of the group that crossed their path, but that was the key-word here: almost. no sooner was it cornered did morgan hear her phone go off and she could only make out the words 'hoard – five-block radius' before the thing in front of them screamed and all hell broke loose.
as a Servant, these glitched should have been no problem. however, despite given free-reign by the stars, their abilities were weakening and two against at least a thousand or more? it was as if the game was rigged from the start. gone was the self-promise to avoid lethal actions– order needed to be maintained and if death was the only course, then so be it. her staff cuts clean through the many that surrounded her, blood (both the glitched and her own) sprinkling droplets upon the street below them as bodies fall to the ground. how easy it would be to clear some of this away with her noble phantasm but she must be careful– Morgan has heard reports of that, once weakened, powers were practically gone and someone rendered human entirely on that front.
the blade of her black sword slices off a clawed hand that dared to grab her, and as she turns on her heel, she spots the Count in an equally as difficult situation as her. the only difference being that now a handful of animal creatures have made their way into the hoard and one the size of a car was preparing to launch from the behind. growling softly, Morgan calls down a torrent of magic, scattering the glitched that refused to give her space to move.
a few seconds is all it gave her, but it was enough. eyes close as she casts her magic on the avenger, an impenetrable shield forming around him at the last second. a resounding clang echoes out as the creature collides full force into it, causing it to fly back and take down a handful of the glitched along with it. " Keep your eyes open, Avenger. "
@volontedacier - to die for
