[center][h2]Morianne[/h2][/center]

While her captain sounded the knights' victory against Jeremiah, Morianne did her best to try and stand up. However, her efforts were met with a sharp, shooting pain which ran through her body from head to toe.

"Oh, fuck this," the troubadour let out a pained chuckle as she picked herself up off the ground once more. Once she felt as if she had her feet firmly on the ground, she let out a sigh. She couldn't let her fellow knights know just how poor her condition was. After all, any spell-caster worth their salt knew better than to try that stunt she pulled with a single-target spell.

Morianne forced another laugh, this time loud enough for any remaining bandits or nearby comrades to hear. "And that's why we're the [i]IRON[/i] Roses, you dumbasses! Don't forget it!" 

The force of her shout was enough to send her tumbling back down.

There was still the matter of the griffin, but the troubadour knew better than to push herself any more than she already had, not with magic at least. Unfortunately, magic was all she had.

[I]Sitting out the final moments of battle?[/i] Morianne thought to herself. [i]Goddesses above Mori! You're pathetic.[/i]