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

Sometimes she wondered if whoever decided she should be a part of this little operation had made a mistake. Certainly, she could see how having a multi-disciple researcher with expertise in multiple areas of magic theory who spoke and read several languages was [i]useful[/i] and she liked to think she had made contributions to the investigation so far; analysing the teleportation ritual at the warehouse, creating a seal for the abominable knife the biker had used and returning the Roggenwolf to its own plane of existence. No, she understand why she was on this team. But with how often Amanda and now Madeleine insisting on dragging her into the field and, more importantly, [i]dangerous[/i] situations the witch couldn’t help but wonder if someone had done the paperwork wrong.

It was the only explanation for how she found herself in her current situation, arriving at the rendezvous location to glare at the demon who asked if she was [i]ready[/i] to launch an assault on what was sure to be a heavily defended cultist base in the middle of the Black Forest.

[color=c4df9b]“I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that I am a [i]researcher[/i] who has never undertaken any kind of combat training, has never been certified for that kind of work and who has never been in a fight in her life.”[/color]

That last part technically was not true as she had been present at the fire fight at the house where they had encountered the biker gang, but given that she had not contributed to the fight itself she felt it still counted. [color=c4df9b]“The division of labour between these two teams seems to have been a little skewed in my opinion. But… yes, I am ready.”[/color]

Morgana opened and closed her hands a few times, balling them into fists and then splaying her fingers out as wide as they could go. The brand new leather of her gloves creaked as they were forcibly broken in, the witch still able to feel the fresh magical circles drawn on their surface by the light hum she could detect against her skin. She had spent most of her time since finding out about the compound and her inevitable inclusion in the raid preparing for it, which for her meant imbuing a fresh pair of gloves with spells that were a little more combat-focused than her usual pair. Left hand for defence, right hand for offense.

The rest of her clothing was unchanged, but given her usual work this still meant that she was covered head to toe in as many wards, apotropaic defences and detection spells as she could fit onto the fabric. Add to that the fresh application of the impact-resisting wards she had added during the gunfight at the gardens yesterday and she was about as prepared for a fight as someone with a PhD and no practical experience could be.

[@Kumbaris][@Martian]