[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan's eyes went wide as King Arthur approached her. Her heart was beating insanely fast, so fast that she was certain it would burst. But then he hugged her - and Megan's body felt like it was screaming. She stiffened up and froze, not making any sort of movement. She didn't like it. She didn't know him. She didn't even hug her brother - she couldn't remember the last time she had hugged anyone. And having basically a stranger hug her... Megan didn't know why she was so violently opposed to it, but she would've rather taken a swig of arsenic. When he released her, Megan gradually relaxed her muscles bit by bit, but she was still tense. She wasn't a touchy feely sort of person. 

	[color=silver]"The... the sword?"[/color] Megan asked. She didn't really need to ask - there wasn't anything else King Arthur would've wanted to see. [color=silver]"You can look at it, but if you want it back, you'll need to win it fair and square."[/color] She didn't say it to be mean or anything - but the sword was hers. She wasn't going to give it back to a man even if he was her father without a fair duel first. Megan unsheathed excalibur slowly and held it up in front of herself, not offering the hilt to Arthur, but still allowing him to see the sword.