Morrighan may be a ranged fighter who excels with bombs, but donโt forget that she is indeed an 8โ6โ automata powered by hell.
She is very strong. She can pick up the average human with one hand.
@alteredvenger There is most certainly a tactical advantage to it, even if Morrighan may prefer her armor plates.
Sheโs more than welcome to follow along with Morrighanโs routine for riling up the troops. Itโs always much easier with such a well-bodied partner.
She knows not. There hasnโt been a need to try and destroy en masse since she bombarded Constantinople.
She could always try. Though her armaments are limited to the engineering skills of the damned sinners that work the factories.
We used to have an anomaly like you at my prior organization .
her ultimate move "the grand finale" was an orbital laser cannon that turn most capital cities into a field of glass
how does your 'magic' compare ?
@OVERFLOWINGMANA Apologies. Morrighan is a manufactured servant of Asmodeus. Her loyalty to Him is as fundamental to her being as the clockwork skeleton or porcelain skin she wears.
Regardless, she wishes to reward such behavior, as is one of her prime directives.
@OVERFLOWINGMANA Morrighan always loves to provide treats for those who advance the wishes of her master in the spreading of lust, desire, and freedom. Lovecraft seems to be a zealous type for those ideals.
So naturally, Morrighan would reward it with whatever Lovecraft might wish.
๐ค :// I do want people to know that Morrighan is likely temporary as far as a muse, Iโll likely swap back to Kardia once I get my footing and work through the initial potential burnout phase of coming back. Just a note for people that preferred Kardia to Morrighan.
โ At his collar, tugging and tearing at the cloth which ripped like paper in the hands of the witch.
Small giggles erupt from the faceless mask of the witch. As a black, inky void forms at where her mouth would have been, with two lengthy tongues slipping out.
The witch floats slowly down to the ground, hovering just an inch or so above the pile of clothing at her feet.
Her hands place themselves upon his shoulders and grip tightly. Then suddenly, the arms split and one pair of hands grips onto the clothing โ
He most certainly did.
He would have to agree with her. It was always much more fun having a hands-on experience, especially within their domain of lust. Red pools track the cloak as it fell down to the ground. Eyes lifting to analyze her figure.
"quite the body hidden away.~"