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Ah, the countryside. A place where dreams are born by lowly folk, churches stand the test of time, and...Wait, this was the United Kingdom? Here she thought this was going to be a homecoming of sorts! [break][break]

Morgana floated across the countryside, feeling far too important to really bother with stepping around physically. It was addicting just moving so effortlessly. The goth's pale skin felt the gently rays of the sun above cast itself upon her. There were some faint hisses from afar, but it sounded pretty far away. But what was close by was something else. [break][break]

A woman in all red, carrying a big ass sword and wearing the most pissed off expression that somebody could have. Morgana felt envy swell in her chest. This woman was the entire package of everything she wanted to be. The red was a bit much though. She much more preferred black. [break][break]

Wait, she was an enemy? Last time she checked, some pissed off bitch in the woods wasn't a spider or an R.U.S. Her feet landed on the ground below and then slowly made her way closer before stopping a few feet away. [break][break]

"Hey, Red. You look happy to see me." [break][break]

Morgana called out with an apathetic voice, offering a wave. Her nails painted a piercing black color while her pale hands recalled to her sides. [break][break]

"Are you friendly? I don't think the system would pair us together if you were a spider or something." [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Cordelia

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Whoa. [break][break]

Morgana's uncaring disposition was put aside as this woman retorted back. Something about her just meshed well with her. the vibe, aesthetic, whatever art students with too much time wanted to call it. Maybe it was that RBF 9000 stare she was giving everyone constantly. How she looked at everyone with the same amount of disdain as one would with a notification about a mortal enemy's death. Just the epitome of the word "uncaring." [break][break]

Whatever it was, the goth had to pause to assess why she felt so warm all of a sudden, maybe toying with the tongue stud in her mouth as she pondered an answer. [break][break]

"R-Right. My mistake, Cordelia." Best to play up to her lively side. "I'm Morg-" [break][break]

The hissing nearby had grown louder. Turns out their little meeting here was on borrowing time while the spiders were going to think about turning them into a snack or something. Of course, that likely wasn't going to happen for as long as they had some type of [break][break]

"-ana. Looks like the pests came to us for a change. Hope that sword of yours is good for more than show." [break][break]

Morgana's hands rose, channeling a crackling darkness through her fingers while casting a dark light through the digits. A spider that had grown brave, attempted to stray from the pack and take a chance. It lunged to attack the floating goth, she was quickly back-stepped as her back felt the hard oak of a tree. In retaliation, the goth shot a beam of dark magic at the spider that had attacked her. [break][break]

The resulting damage had knocked it back into its kin, landing on its back with a hissing rattle before falling still from the attack.[break][break]

"Let's rock, Cordelia!"[break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Cordelia

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One spider skittered by Morgana's side while the other moved to intercept her flank. The gothic woman was doing her best to avoid getting bitten as a green ichor-like substance had began to dribble from some of the spider's fangs and onto the ground below. One of the pair aimed its fangs upwards in an attempt to run at Morgana and inject whatever was inside of them into her that way, only for her to hover slightly above. The substance drizzled onto the bark of the trees with an audible hiss. [break][break]

"Did you see that? Did they put Drain-O in these spiders or something?" [break][break]

She was ready to strike again, flexing her fingers one after the other again before launching another blast of magic at one. Unlike it's smaller counterpart that was easily vanquished, these were a bit more durable. After taking a blast to the abdomen, her target merely shook off the damage and continued to attack. Perhaps a bit more power was needed to make quick work of these things. [break][break]

The hissing from behind caught her off guard, with Morgana swiveling around just in time to have a fang glide by her, tearing the stocking on her right leg. She winced and tumbled onto the ground, clenching her fists in anger. Her teeth clenched together at the pain inside of her, wondering if the poison had broken through the skin. If the hissing on her skin was any indicator, maybe... [break][break]

"FuckfuckfuckFUCK! That hurt like hell!" Morgana said, eyeing the many pairs coming for her now that she was wounded. "I don't recommend getting stung by that." [break][break]

Her magic was ready to cast again, darkness trickling through her free hand while the other clutched her wound. She aimed straight for one spider closest to her and fire, knocking its head clean off with a second blast of magic. As it skittered about aimlessly, she exhaled and attempted to get back up on her feet again but fell over again with a pained grunt. [break][break]

Her mind felt hazy, like a second second between sentences hazy, and all of her thoughts were jumbled up into...what were they called? Like, those big machines they bundled stuff together back home? Whatever, it was like that! She shook her head to free herself of the feeling and then kicked away another spider trying to take a bite.

"G-Good news, the poison isn't lethal." she reported, taking a moment to construct a sentence in her mind. "It's debhil...de...debbie...makes your mind slow down." [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Cordelia

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With a hazy mind and her thoughts swimming in enough sedation to numb even the most stinging of painful wounds, Morgana was stuck on the ground and trying to not fall all over herself in terms of just getting back to her feet. The entire process was taking all of her neurons firing off in every direction to make happen. But without feeling in her body, everything felt like it was made out of freshly waxed rubber. Cordelia snapped at her to get up, to which the goth would grumble beneath her breath and make it back to her feet just in time to see more spiders being sliced in half with the sword. Unfortunately, Cordelia would appear to have the same luck as her and get flanked by another spider. [break][break]

Then it exploded in front of her, with Morgana's magic blasting a hole into the side of it's head. Spider brains scattered across the ground while the body went limp. "Don't be too happy. My brain's pounding." Morgana put simply, then turned her attention back at the army of hisses as more and more spiders rose up from the bushes. The extra umph that Morgana had been pushing herself towards would likely be more than enough to create some space for Cordelia and herself. After that, it was up in the air. "Cool sword swings, Cor...Cord-Dell-Leah." She squinted, trying to focus her ailing brain to focus on saying such a complex name. "Got a plan? Or do we keep attacking until they stop?" [break][break]

Either plan would work in this way, as Morgana really could use the exercise of blasting people away. Whatever worked best for the woman in red. "I've got an idea to split the workload." Morgana managed to "hop" over one spider coming to bite her again. It was probably a very loose usage of that word, but the sudden weight on its back had caused it to trying and swing her off by shaking its abdomen around. The display, while funny, had resulted in her ride smashing through the crowd of spiders. The goth held onto the body with all her might, trying to steer her impromptu ride while the other spiders trailed behind her. [break][break]

While she was attempting to tangle with the spider, Morgana began to slowly whittle down the crowd trailing around her. Blasts of channeled magic firing off in sporadic bursts. "How are you holding up?" She shouted out. [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Cordelia

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It was nice to see that Cordelia was faring better than she was, the goth girl stuck on the back of a rampaging spider as it tried to shake her off. The other spiders had tired of the show and went to attack Morgana holding on for dear life. They bit and pulled at the spider she rode, opting to sacrifice one of their own for the greater potential for a succulent meal. While the arachnids were busy tackling their own kin, Morgana tried to thin out the herd between her and the little pests. [break][break]

"Alright, spider shits! Who wants first dibs?!" Morgana asked with both hands basked in a black color as she launched a wave of magic at the gang of spiders. The attack had blasted through the front direction, with bits of spider giblets and blood splattering all around the vicinity. They continued to advance forward and more blasts of magic fired into the slowly thinning crowd. It took about six rounds before Cordelia shouted out for her to come closer. She obeyed and pointed the spider in the direction of the sword wielding woman. "It's all yours!" Once close enough, she pushed off to roll to the side, followed by another super attack by the woman to take care of most of the others. [break][break]

The two woman stood by one another, exhausted and covered with ichor. The goth groaned, listening to the guttural noises coming from the corpses of the spiders they had slain. "Ugh, not done yet, and I'm running low on energy. Feels like I ran a marathon in heels." A larger, bulkier spider would crawl over to the pair, letting out a furious hiss as it walked along the bodies of its children? Kin? Brethren? Whatever it was, and it was going to have to go down. [break][break]

"If you protect me for a bit, I can cast something to weaken it. But it's going to keep me in place. Think you can do that?" Morgana inhaled and began to gather magic through her hands, waving her hands around slowly as she began to cast a hex most foul. Her eyes were closed, focused on gathering enough energy to cast her debuff. [break][break]

[attr="class","LOUDBOTTOM"] Cordelia

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Morgana stood in place, starting to charge up whatever magic that she could do. It was pretty weird just trying to power up like in all of those cartoons she saw when she was older, although it was pretty fun to pose. Both hands reeled together, clawing at the air as she gathered as much magic as her poison riddled mind could allow. Her eyes watched as Cordelia got to work in protecting her while charging. A part of her did think about just turning tail and running, leaving the red knight here to deal with this huge ass spider. But she was cool, as far as things went. [break][break]

For her, she'd stay. [break][break]

"I'm trying to hurry! You try being poisoned!" The goth huffed, feeling her hands bathe themselves in darkness as such foul magicks continued to swirl around her as the other woman defended her. It was tough focusing on this, as her balance gave way, sending Morgana onto one knee. The power of her spell was cut off as she cursed loudly, starting again. All she had to do was fight off this poison. Keep her eye on the prize. The spider was nearing as she poured every last ounce of effort into her magic, only for Cordelia to take the focus off of her. [break][break]

Focus, Morg. You can do this. [break][break]

Seeing the woman get a bite for her trouble was the push she needed, as Morgana brought both hands together. "Hey eight eyes!" The broodmother turned to face Morgana just in time to catch sight of this gothic girl holding a sphere of dark energy behind her, the woman's entire form burning a stark black color. "Fuck off my tank!" With her magic all built up, Morgana put both hands in front of her and aimed the blast of energy... [break][break]

"EAT THIS!" [break][break]

The resulting beam of magic tore through the spider, and some of the landscape behind it. Spider giblets and chitin burst from atop Cordelia, the legs separated into two parts that fell across from them. The treeline above would be fully cleared out, destroyed partially as for a moment, the area was bathed in darkness, before the daylight resumed. Once the magic had dissipated, Morgana felt the effects of her. She gasped for air, breathing heavily. Her feet slowly made their way to Cordelia as a sly smile cross her lips. [break][break]

They had done it. Her first mission victory. [break][break]

The goth let out an dark, evil cackling laugh while making her way over to the crimson haired woman across from her. For a brief moment, it was as if she had lost her mind. A maddened woman ready to strike the final blow onto her companion in a time where she was unable to defend herself. Just laughing more and more. Once Morgana was over on top of Cordelia, she ceased her laugh and looked down at her. Then...promptly fell on top of her.[break][break]

Out of energy, the goth exhaled and closed her eyes, the back of her head resting on Cordelia's stomach. "We did it..." she groaned weakly, severely depleting her mana for the time being. The pale skin was almost snow white, though she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the brief moment of rest they had earned. "Hey, Cordelia?" she asked without opening her eyes as the exhaustion was palpable, even in her voice. "You're hot as fuck when you're making a noble sacrifice like that. Also, I need a shower and food after this. But for now, I'm using you as a pillow."[break][break]

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