Brawls, duels, and all manner of violent single combat before. The vampire had high expectations for both fighters - thrown blades, fancy footwork, an intricate display of footwork, and/or even a sprinkle of advanced techniques of elemental magic. But, out of all of the actions to have happened, Morgan was not expecting such a strong offensive move by woman. 

A startled cry came from his mouth as he attempted to jump backward from the blinding blast, but to no avail. For several moments he wouldn’t be able to comprehend to what happened. His eyes had felt as if he had decided to look directly into the sun for several hours. True fear overcame him as he scrabbled away from the edge of the rooftop on his back, desperately attempting to find his surroundings beyond the roof’s edge and to temporary safety. Someone this powerful, to take away his sight - he needed to know what was happening around him. [i]’How did she summon the sun?’[/i] Morgan knew that he wasn’t burning, at least as far as he could tell - he was in too much pain from the unexpected (and usually avoided) source of light. Would he be attacked? What if he was blind forever? How would he survive?

Panic began to well upside him as the vampire found his staff, which had been let go in his surprised state. A sense of control came and he slowly shakily rose to his feet. Something from the past, a voice he had long forgotten. It echoed through his mind, a distant, comforting memory: [i]Pull it together - you can do this. Remember what I taught you.[/i] Morgan’s body, though still shaking, rose to his full height, straightening as he clenched his staff tighter. The trapped animal willl — [b]must[/b] be placed under control. [i]Sight is not my only sense.[i] It was a fact that was often forgotten, even though he was well aware that his “gift” had given him enhanced smell and hearing. The panicking animal that had been clawing at Morgan’s mind was calming - at least until an unfamiliar voice came from behind him. A instinctive, terrified hiss was issued in the direction of the voice, trying to make the individual just as frightened as Morgan was. The vampire even blindly swung his weapon heavily at the voice’s origins, though Morgan’s knobbed staff wouldn’t even be close to hitting its target. Despite the sniffer’s offensive actions, the voice’s message came through:

[b]“Flee from this place and tell the Ducal guards that I had defended myself from her brash actions.”[/b]

[i]’Flee? Tell the guards?[/i] Fright turned confusion - almost in an amused manner. Him? A vampire… go tell the guards? [i]’No - No, that won’t happen.[/i] The man had disappeared, but before he apparently vanished into thin air, he would hear one word, “No.” Morgan’s fright had begun to transform - the animal that had been cowering in the corner, so to speak, was beginning to feel threatened, caged. [i]’No man is to give me orders - never again.’[/i] A snarl began to form on his lips as he rubbed his eyes, attempting to bring sight back, though it would more than likely not work. But one more thing was clear to the vampire - no more hiding. How dare they threaten him, in his element. Teeth exposed once more as he attempted to hear what was to occur next...