rlin's instincts scread at him.
[Trickster's Reflex]
His body reacted before his brain did, throwing him backward just as Morgana's sword whistled past where his torso had been.
'Holy shit, she's fast..'
His boots skidded across the grass as he barely regained his footing.
"Oh?" Morgana mused, tapping a finger against her chin. "You actually dodged that one. Almost impressive."
rlin barely had a second to glare at her before she disappeared again.
'Shit—!'
His instincts flared—
But too late.
Pain exploded in his chest.
He looked down.
Her sword was inside him.
"Oh."
And then—darkness.
—
"Whoopsies~"
Snap.
—
rlin gasped, suddenly alive again.
He imdiately clutched his chest. No wound. No blood. No sword sticking through his ribs.
But the pain had been real. The sensation of dying had been real.
He slowly lifted his head.
Morgana was standing there, tapping her foot, a lazy smirk on her lips.
"Lesson three," she continued, as if nothing had happened. "Expect the unexpected."
rlin clenched his jaw.
"You—" He took a deep breath. "You're actually a sadistic psychopath aren't you...?
"Thanks."
"That wasn't a complint.'
Morgana twirled her sword. "C'mon, we're just getting started."
rlin's eyes twitched.
'She's enjoying this. She's definitely enjoying this way too fucking much.''
"…You're not going to stop until I land a hit, are you?"
Morgana smiled. "Now you're getting it."
rlin exhaled sharply, his fingers tightening around the handle of his rapier. His body still trembled from the phantom sensation of Morgana's blade piercing through him.
'Alright. Calm down. It's fine. I'm fine. It's just… extre training. With an absolute lunatic.'
He took a slow step back, eyes never leaving Morgana as she lazily spun her sword between her fingers. The wind tugged at her long, tied-up hair, and her smirk was as infuriating as ever.
"Go on, then," she said, tapping the blade against her shoulder. "Hit ."
rlin swallowed. Hard.
'She says it so casually, like she hasn't already killed twice in under five minutes.'
But fine. If this was the ga she wanted to play, he'd play.
His fingers flicked ever so slightly. A small, near-invisible rune marked the ground beneath his feet.
[Courier's Mark]
Morgana's eyes seed to flicker for a mont as she smirked.
'There is no way she can see that righ…?Right?''
No use hesitating now.
With a sharp inhale, rlin darted forward, rapier poised to strike. The blade shimred with a thin layer of wind magic, amplifying its speed as he thrust toward Morgana's shoulder—
Only for her to vanish the instant his sword reached her.
[Trickster's Reflex]
His instincts flared again, warning him just in ti.
rlin imdiately teleported back to his mark.
A gust of wind slamd into the space he had just occupied, Morgana's sword slicing cleanly through the air.
He exhaled shakily.
'She's fast. Too fast. And her movent doesn't make sense. It's like she's predicting before I even move.'
"Smart," Morgana said, straightening. "So kind of teleportation skill, I'm assuming."
rlin gritted his teeth. "Glad to see I've earned the basic right to live."
Morgana let out a chuckle. "For now."
And then she was gone again.
'SHIT—'
[Trickster's Reflex]
rlin barely twisted out of the way as her sword whooshed past his ribs. A shallow cut opened along his side.
"Better," Morgana humd, her sword lazily resting on her shoulder. "But you're hesitating."
"Of course I'm hesitating!" rlin snapped, wincing as he pressed a hand against the cut.
"I'm fighting a lunatic who literally just killed !"
"And?"
rlin stared at her. 'She's right…why am I even hesitant still?'
Morgana tilted her head. "You should fight back properly now."
Fine.
If she wanted him to actually fight, then he'd actually fight.
He tightened his grip on his rapier. The wind around him began to swirl, kicking up dust and loose grass.
'Speed. I need speed. She's faster than , but I can close the gap if I push my affinity hard enough.'
Morgana's eyes glead as she felt the shift in the air. "Now this is more like it."
rlin didn't respond.
Instead, he vanished.
—
For a split second, he was right in front of her, rapier already mid-thrust.
Morgana's sword barely managed to parry the strike, sparks flying as tal t tal.
Then rlin was gone again.
He reappeared behind her, his blade slashing toward her back—
Only for Morgana to twist midair, sohow redirecting her montum to block him again.
'What the fuck did I expect, of course she's moving like a fucking squirrel..'
"Not bad," she admitted, her sword grinding against his rapier. "But it feels like you're still holding back."
rlin's eyes narrowed.
She thought he was holding back?
Fine.
A sudden gust of wind exploded beneath his feet, launching him backward—
At the sa ti, a sphere of compressed water materialized right in front of Morgana's face.
She blinked.
Then the sphere exploded.
Water blasted in all directions, drenching Morgana from head to toe.
rlin landed a few feet away, panting slightly.
Morgana slowly turned to face him, water dripping from her now-soaked hoodie.
"…You drenched ? Aren't you just such a naughty boy?"
rlin's grin trembled at Morgana's words as her clothes were completely drenched. 'I'm fucked aren't I?'
Morgana was silent for a mont.
Then—
She laughed.
Loudly.
rlin frowned. "What's so funny?"
Morgana wiped a tear from her eye. "Oh, nothing. I just really like playing with naughty boys."
'This doesn't seem good'
[Courier's Mark]
rlin thought as he activated his skill whilst she raised a hand—
And snapped her fingers.
The entire field around them shifted.
rlin felt the fabric of space distort as he was dragged through the domain's magic.
His surroundings blurred.
And then—
He was in the air.
'Oh, shit—'
Gravity kicked in.
rlin plumted, panic flooding his mind.
He reached out and activated Courier's Mark to teleport back.
His body instantly snapped back to his mark on the ground—
Only for Morgana's sword to be waiting for him.
'OH, CO ON—'
—Darkness.
—
Snap.
—
rlin gasped, alive again.
He groaned, clutching his head. "I hate this training."
Morgana grinned down at him. "You love this training."
"I hate this training," he repeated, glaring.
Morgana rolled her eyes. "Look, you're improving."
"I just died. Again."
"And yet, you keep getting back up. See? That's progress."
rlin let out a strangled groan.
Then, after a long mont of silence, he exhaled slowly and pushed himself to his feet.
"…One hit."
Morgana quirked an eyebrow. "Hm?"
"One hit," rlin repeated, eyes hardening. "That's all I need. Just one."
Morgana's smirk widened. "Oh? Finally getting competitive?"
rlin tightened his grip on his rapier. "If I land one hit on you, you stop killing ."
Morgana chuckled. "Deal."
The wind around rlin intensified.
Water swirled around his rapier.
The air humd with energy as he focused everything into his next move.
Morgana tilted her head, intrigued. "Well then—"
She raised her sword.
"Co and get ."
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