[centre][h2]Morgana Faith[/h2][/centre]

The gunfire and screams coming from the street sounded muted from Morgana’s position; not because of distance, she had only retreated as far as the rear of the house when the bikers had returned after all, but because of the sound dampening effect she had placed over herself. It didn’t stop her from hearing the worst of the fighting, since it wouldn’t do to be taken by surprised because she’d [i]completely[/i] deafened herself, but it did help to take the edge of a little.

How had she ended up in this position? That was a question she seemed to be asking herself a lot today; crawling around an abandoned warehouse was one thing and even interesting in its own way, a nice change or pace, but fighting? Defusing mines? She needed to have a nice long talk with whatever bastard had recommended her for this mission once this was all over and done with.

Assuming she didn’t get shot first that was.

Or blown up.

A tingling in her left arm alerted her to the presence of demonic magic in the area, the ward she had drawn into her clothing there activating automatically; [i]hostile[/i] demonic magic specifically, since she had keyed the wards to ignore the non-hostile kind seeing as how a few of the researchers in her department were demons themselves. It was annoying to have her wards go off every time Lab 3 needed to run an experiment. Unusual for humans to be able to wield that kind of thing though; even more unusual for a biker gang to have their own mages, but she supposed if they were dealing with international arms smugglers they shouldn’t be surprised when they had some fire power.

No pun intended.

Hopefully the others would be able to deal with them. She felt a little bad for leaving them all to deal with it themselves, but she wouldn’t be much use in a fight. It wasn’t her forte. If they needed someone to decipher something one of the six languages she spoke, or throw together a ritual, or create a ward to deal with some kind of cursed object, then she could help them.

Through the sound dampening effect she heard a particularly loud and harrowing scream from the other side of the building, before a shiver quite literally ran up her spine and multiple wards activated at once. Morgana stepped away from the building right as something crashed into it from the street-side and half of the mines inside erupted at once.

[color=c4df9b]“Shit.”[/color]

She rushed around the building, hurrying back to where the fighting was taking place and already drawing lines and shapes in the air with a glowing finger as she ran. It seemed demonic magic and arms dealing weren’t the only kinds of dangerous things these bikers liked the dabble in; no, they had to play around with the corpse of the thing that broke the moon into [i]pieces[/i]. Idiots.

[color=c4df9b]“There’s nothing I hate more than mages that chase power over understanding; especially when so few of them understand what true power really is.”[/color]

By the time she made it back to the others they seemed, against all odds, to actually have the situation under control; the android, the shaman and the mercenary were hammering the abomination with everything they had and were managing to do some damage. She continued drawing her circles nonetheless, dragging her work through the air with her as she slowly added more and more complexity to the design; circles within circles within circles, creating a larger pattern out of smaller ones, each part building towards something greater, something bigger, something infinite.

She found herself standing behind one of the cars they had arrived in, with a less than stellar looking Faye at her feet and a constantly warping collection of stones and glass shards around her feet. Right, her sensitive magical senses were probably playing havoc with her right now. With her free hand Morgana removed the witch’s hat from her head and immediately felt the wave of eldritch magic wash over her, digging into her brain like a railroad spike even when she wasn’t looking at the transformed mage directly. She placed the hat down on Faye’s head. [color=c4df9b]“Here. Pour some mana into the brim; it should block some of the effects.”[/color]

Out of the corner of her eye she saw something flash towards the beast, Amanda flying in to punch it in the head. She waved to get the android’s attention. [color=c4df9b]“Amanda! Keep that thing busy for another minute or two and I should be able to seal it.”[/color]

The framework was already done, the shape that would become that things prison once she was done with it. All she had to do now was design the lock. [color=c4df9b]“Now, which language should I use to put you back in your box?”[/color]

[@Kumbaris][@13org]