####**Morgan Thrainsson**

*'KILL.'*

The word echoed through the vampire's mind as his weapon swung through the air. The reddened haze of his gaze was solely focused on the guard, his weapon an extension of his wrath. Hidden mouth exposed gritted teeth, the growl ripping through the air. *'DEATH CAL-'*

**"Enough!"**

Morgan had fallen into a rage, but he was not so far gone that something jolted his conscious. Wait, no. It wasn't just his inner human - it was also his weapon. Maddened eyes refocused to his weapon. Sparks glittered from the sheer collision between metallic stud and Blue's strange blade, the demonic looking weapon biting deeply into Morgan's staff. *'What?!'* Who dared interfere with justice, with the delivery of souls?! *'YOU.'* Morgan screamed inwardly as a hateful glare issued from the depths of Morgan's hooded face towards the red-hooded sellsword. The vampire made to strike Ixion's masked face with a heavy fist, but he never got beyond the action of winding his arm back into a powerful blow. The assassin's inconspicuous attack found its mark, the pommel clobbering the left side of Morgan's head. This was final blow in jolting Thrainsson from his instant rage, the red melting away into darkness, the vampire's body noticeably loosened from his anger's grasp and into the world of blackened unconsciousness...