'How does he know?' Morgan's gait slowed at the beginning of Forthey and then stop all together at the mention of helping him -- or was it his party. The mask looked over a half turned shoulder, the dead eyes giving the apprentice a long hard look. The vampire could hear the boy's increasing heartbeat as Morgan fully turned back to his accuser, responding dully, "You think you know so much, assuming that I have someone to meet or that you could be useful in the event I was meeting someone.. The cloaked man moved forward slowly, his leather-bound hand clenched around the knobbed weapon that was parallel to the horizontal ground below it. "I have no interest helping you, your master, or the law, but you would know this--"
In a blur of motion, Morgan sprinted forward. If Forthey could not dodge the unnatural action, Morgan would plant the butt of his weapon against the center of the boy's chest, attempting to knock him down and with full intention to knock the wind from the apprentice's lungs. Morgan finished his sentence, "--If you really knew anything."
However, if Forthey had truly been trained well, Morgan would be absolutely surprised at the boy's speed. 'I see now why his master is called "The Viper."' The vampire would mentally comment, using the momentum of the attack to rebound into an acrobatic flip. Catching himself against the stonework after a twisted front flip, Morgan was already preparing for the boy's retaliation.