[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yx5CwGGc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Merlin's Warehouse
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan frowned, wondering what help the two of them could really be for a moment. Her brother was a detective and she was a medical examiner. She then slapped herself mentally. While she was proficient in autopsies, she wasn't entirely defenseless. She never had been a fan of guns, yet she loved the elegant artistry of swordplay. She had fenced all throughout college and medical school. [color=silver]"Do you have a small sword? Or a rapier?"[/color] Megan asked. Fencing was meant to train people to go onto use small swords or rapiers. Unfortunately, a foil was essentially harmless. 

	Her brother mentioned going straight to fight Maleficent now. Perhaps it was foolish of her, but she agreed. [color=silver]"Sure, let's go kill the wicked witch of the west,"[/color] she murmured. For a split second, she wondered if the green terror was really real as well. Was there a limit to the sort of stories that were true? Or was every story in their world a manifestation of the history in another? Would Harry Potter come out to play next, hand in hand with Anakin Skywalker?