[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]	Her brother didn't answer her question about whether or not he was frightened - either he was annoyed at her for asking or he really was just that petrified. She wasn't going to push him however. If he really was terrified of what was to come, that wasn't going to be any help. Instead, Megan watched quietly as the fires were extinguished and people got ready for action, as darkness had come upon them. Megan hadn't put on her armor yet, as it would magically pop on when she needed it, and for the moment would be rather loud. 

	Megan nodded, confirming that she was ready when asked. She had her hand resting on the hilt of excalibur. Her assigned group was with her father and Sierra, so she moved over there to stand by them. [color=silver]"Let's do this, then."[/color] She was prepared for this.