[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xCz2t2Xw/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Maleficent's Gates -> Maleficent
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] Fencing [hr][hr][/center]	The way was clear, so they pressed onwards, entering the castle itself. Smoke filled the air from the burning fires and Megan breathed in deeply. She adored the scent. As a child, she used to intentionally sit in front of a fire in the direction where the smoke would blow the most, basking in it. And she still went weak in the knees for a lovely woman with a cigarette. But as much as she appreciated the atmosphere, her father was right - they needed to keep on going. The job was not done yet - the day was not yet won. 

	It wasn't long until they came across the others. Maleficent was armed with a sword, and didn't seem to be using her magic. Megan's blade was already drawn, and she felt an eager pulse through Excalibur, as she then engaged Maleficent. [color=silver]"Hello, dark one,"[/color] she murmured. She could appreciate Maleficent on an aesthetic level, if nothing else. The first strike of her blade, Maleficent managed to block - the second, Megan missed - but on the third, she left a nasty gash across her chest. [color=silver]"First blood is mine, then. Will you yield?"[/color] she asked, fully anticipating the answer was no. 

	She was looking forward to a duel to the death.