(6) Flying Foe's

Morgana looked out over the ship's edge seeing the setting for their battle ground. A vast piece of rock with green pillars and many foes beneath. She examined the columns seeing the green emitting from them similar to an energy source. Morgana sighed seeing far too many targets beneath her and not enough ammunition.

"What even are they?" she asked as she leaned over the edge seeing the army of unknown creatures spread underneath.

"Don't focus on the smaller ones," Farron spoke. "I need you to shoot down anything that flies or is a bigger target."

Morgana then picked up Mercy 2.0 and instinctively added as much ammunition to her body harness as she could carry.

"Our champions will take care of the lesser foes," Farron finished.

Morgana glanced up then seeing something move in the dark distance at eye level. Something had just taken flight, many of them. She held Mercy facing upwards waiting for her command. She stared off into the distance watching her targets become closer as they drew forwards. Large flying bats swarmed in the sky as they drew closer.

"Take a shot, get on the edge, and fire when ready," Farron ordered.

Morgana nodded reaching for her potions pouch pulling out a single vile with her fingers. She popped off the cork top and threw back her head letting the liquid pass over her tongue and down her throat. Most of Farrons potions taste horrid, so taking them like a shot was the best way to avoid the taste and get the potion working quicker.

Morgana dry heaved flicking her wrist and disposing of the bottle the way Farron ordered her to do. She blinked as her eyes stung slightly at the small amount of liquid that hit the top of her mouth.

He must've upped his potency.

Morgana tried to stiffen the faces she made when ingesting rather disgusting potions but this one was rank and stronger than she was used to. She turned to Farron for a moment waiting for his queue. He turned back to her waiting for the right moment when they both knew the potion was working.

Morgana slightly turned her head to the side as she felt her hair lift of her shoulders and back. The potion she had was one of Farron specialties; overall enhancement. It sharpened her eye-sight, changed the gravity around her, and made her lighter in weight. She groaned feeling the side effects. Her nose stung everytime she inhaled through it; mouth breathing was easier but louder.

"Now," Farron spoke.

Morgana nodded and hoisted herself up on the edge of the ship. She brought Mercy up with the scope ready. Morgana gripped her sniper tightly seeing nothing but endless targets. All with red eyes, grey skin, and a dropped jaw full of fangs.

Morgana fired three shots one after another. Three bodies fell to the ground below. She lowered Mercy to see if anything she had done even made them flinch. Nothing. All the dropped jaw bats continued to fly forward.

"Why do you feel empathy?" Farron asked behind her.

Morgana sighed before bringing Mercy back up, "I don't know."

Morgana fired the remainder of her clip and reloaded watching five more bodies drop.

"Why do you feel anything?" Farron asked.

Morgana looked down at her shoes then, "Because I'm human?"

"You want to be the best?" Farron asked one more question. "You leave your emotions at your mother's."

Before Morgana could gather her feelings an arrow struck the ship's edge below her shoes she was looking at. Both her and Farron glanced over. Farron grumbled as Morgana stared. A pale man with dark red eyes and a hunter's garb stared right back at her on the Horde's ship. He had a slight smirk to his face as he drew his arrow again.

"Keep him busy," Farron ordered.

Morgana shifted then squaring her shoulders to her attacker. She glanced down at the arrow for a moment realizing he was either not trying to hit her or his bow wasn't powerful enough for the distance he needed it for. She lowered Mercy letting the sling connected keep her close.

Morgana watched as the man with red eyes and pale skin raised his bow and pointed his arrow in her direction. She stood waiting for him. He seemed puzzled at her stance. Morgana watched and waited for him with a stone cold expression.

She pretended to yawn, opening her mouth widely, squinting her eyes, and nearly covering her mouth with one hand. When she looked back up, the pale man finally let his arrow fly. Morgana smirked watching it slowly make it way to her across the empty air between the Alliance ship and the Horde ship.

Morgana reached out and caught the arrow spinning around gripping it in her hands as it nearly passed her. As she returned to facing the front she looked down at the arrow pretending to admire it before tossing it over the edge. A look of slight shock was on his face.

"Who is he?" She asked, still holding his gaze.

"A man with no care for you or anyone else in this world," Farron answered. "A man truly without emotion."

Morgana could see emotion in his face. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as she continued with her mental games.

"Now shoot him," Farron ordered.

"Where?" Morgana asked winking at the man now to keep him in his current state of mind.

"If you look close enough, you'll find a gap in his armor just under his arm," Farron explained.

My turn, Morgana mouthed to her pale target.

Quickly Morgana raised Mercy, scooped out, found the pin point her father asked for and-

BANG

She looked up then, unable to see her target.

"I think I killed him," Morgana said in disbelief.

"He is undead, Morgana," Farron explained, rolling his eyes. "I'll have to hit his head to do all that."

"So I shot him to send a message?" Morgana asked, turning to her father, seeing company behind him.

"Did you just shoot at Nathanos Blightcaller?" King Varian Wrynn asked sternly.

There was a pause between the men. Morgana kept her gaze low.

"Eyes up, Morgana!" Farron ordered.

Morgana immediately turned to see several grey bats above her swarming the ship. She raised Mercy walking over to the center of the ship still on the edge and fired at anything within her eye-sight. The bats were closer than what Mercy 2.0 was intended for but that merely meant more power.

Morgana looked over seeing a man in gold and silver struggling with a bat as she reloaded. It was a risky shot but she aimed inwards towards the ship and its crewmates. Once Mercy was scoped the bat's movements were smooth as she fired into the ship.

BANG

The bat dropped then with its blood slowly pouring onto the ship's floor. Morgana looked around then seeing several bats that landed on the ship creating a bloodbath in her wake. She sighed then knowing her father would scold her for such disorganization. She turned back outward then finding more targets to hit.

"Morgana," a warm voice called to her.

The voice was so faint Morgana almost didn't hear it over the war noises.

"Yes?" she answered just as softly, still facing outwards.

"Morgana!" her father's voice rang. "New target."

Morgana turned then facing her advisor, "Yes?"