[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
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	The fight was chaotic, but that was to be expected. Two armies were facing off against each other. Megan felt a little silly for a brief moment, as she heard the roars from up above and she glanced upwards, seeing a dragon. She had never been particularly into Game of Thrones, but she had heard enough about it to be familiar with one concept - that cities burned and innocents died when dragons rode to war. They were the ultimate weapon. And all around her, other acts of magic occurred - Gabriella raised the dead, her brother sent fireballs slamming into Maleficent's weapons. 

	Megan had a sword. 

	Other people might have felt self conscious, insignificant, inadequate, or so forth. But Megan loved swordplay. She always had, no matter what world she was in. And bizarrely, this world was one where a sword could make a difference - where magic was not required to take on a titan. So she kept on fighting, feeling more and more like a black knight with each passing moment.