(7) The Tower

"The highest center tower is your new target," Farron spoke, looking off into the distance.

Morgana glanced further out, passed all the flying bats, seeing a large thin tower with the green light emitting from it.

Morgana shook her head slowly, "I don-"

"What?" Farron interrupted her.

Morgana continued to shake her head but tried to find different words, "How-"

"If you get enough height on it, you should be able to strike it in the center of the green pulsating light destroying it," Farron explained.

"Enough height," Morgana repeated thinking.

She looked around then at the gunship unable to see anything to climb up to in order to gain height for the shot.

"You'll have to run under the hull of the ship to get height," Farron said. "Then grapple from the bottom to the edge here to hoist yourself up high enough."

Morgana's father was a creative visionary, his mind wondered and came up with brilliant intentions and ideas. This one, however, Morgana questioned. But questioning her father never ended well; usually with more intense training.

"Okay. . ." Morgana trailed off thinking about how to exactly execute what Farron had just told her.

"Take another shot, run around the hull of the ship, grapple to the ships edge to hoist yourself high enough to hit the tower," Farron explained once more.

"Another?" Morgana now questioned. "The first one isn't even-"

"You heard me!"Farron shouted.

Morgana was sensitive to all things magic that Farron included in his potions. Many of the side effects happened when she doubled up on potions before waiting for one to wear out. It mostly consisted of pain and bleeding or the inability to concentrate.

Morgana pulled out a vial and held it for a moment remembering the great pain she had the previous time she was ordered to double up; only this time with his added potency, it was quadrupled up.

"Why do you hesitate?" Farron spat.

"Why do I need it?" Morgana finally asked.

"For the gravity ability that slows your fall as you come over the ship aiming at the tower," Farron explained frustrated. "Now take it!"

As ordered, Morgana threw back her head and let the liquid pass over to tongue directly into her stomach. She flicked the file out of her hand immediately putting her other hand over her stomach curling forward. Her body started rejecting it. Morgana quickly put both hands over her mouth attempting to keep it down.

The liquid found its way out her nose and mouth when she finally gave up.

"I can't," Morgana nearly sobbed, wiping away her face with her glove seeing both blood and the blue potion.

Her nose stung making it challenging to breathe normally. Her eyes were dry now and more than likely red with irritation. Morgana's nose continued to bleed as her right glove only grew more red from constantly attempting to wipe away the blood.

"If I can take two, so can you," Farron demanded. "Try again."

Morgana's hair was still floating meaning the first potion was in full effect; but she knew better than to refuse Farron.

She sighed, taking out another vial and tipping her head back. This one made her grimace as some of it hit her tongue. She kept her eyes closed trying to think of anything else but how she was treating her body. Morgana stepped down from the edge only to grip onto it for stability. Her senses were thrown off and she could feel her nose bleed even heavier. Morgana leaned over trying to let the blood fall to the floor breathing hard.

"Now build up speed as you go around, grapple to the edge and shoot," Farron ordered.

Morgana looked outwards then seeing the tower become a blur in her sights. Her heartbeat was in her ears now, steady but still louder than needed for concentration. She blinked slowly a few times hoping her vision would return.

"Are you going to take out that tower, or not?" Greymane asked Farron sternly behind Morgana.

Morgana stood and turned then, "I'm working on it, sorry it's taking me a moment."

She kept her gaze low but could tell once her condition was seen the conversation's energy shifted. She could now taste the blood from her nose even more and assumed some of it had worked its way down her chin making it look even worse than what it was. She glanced over checking her vision again seeing another figure approach them.

"What's happened here?" The Prince asked.

"I think she needs a healer," Greyname spoke, suddenly concerned.

"No, she needs to get moving," Farron spat.

Morgana turned to the side, spitting out a small amount of blood, "Okay."

Morgana hoisted herself back up to the edge of the ship looking down at the hull. Her body tingled then, a side effect she'd never felt before in her father's potions. A slight tickle slowly worked its way up her spine almost making her squirm at it's sensation.

"Whatever you're asking her to do, I'm not sure she can go through with it in her current state of-"

"If she needs a healer, I'll ask for one," Farron interrupted.

Morgana exhaled, closing her eyes and let her body fall forward.

"Wait!"

"Morgana!"

The anti-gravity flowing through her kept her feet on the ship and she ran through the ship's cannons. As the hull rounded out Morgana picked up the pace keeping the momentum for the hard incline waiting for her on the other side. Underneath Morgana could feel the slight pull against gravity causing her to cautiously reach out with her grapple in mind. It was when she rounded the other side when she reached for Mercy slung around her.

Morgana's eyes were up but her vision was still blurry; the edge of the ship had many faces looking down at her. Morgana threw her left arm out aggressively calling for the grapple trying to keep her focus on the sky. As the grapple connected Morgana at first let the hook do most of the work catapulting her up until the last moment where she herself used all her strength to fly up even higher.

The hook released as Morgana brought Mercy up mid air. She was much higher than the ship and most of the flying enemies. Morgana felt her descent as she looked through Mercy's scope finding the tower before her with its green pulsating light.

Panic rushed through Morgana as she realized the slow fall effect her father had mentioned when taking the potion for the second time was not active. Her eyes widened as she continued to look through Mercy's scope attempting to find the focal point of impact. Morgana wasn't aware of how far away she was from the ship or anything else to grapple to as the tower still stood before her.

"Shoot, Morgana!" Farron screamed at her.

Morgana's body was now fully stretched out as her legs began to float above behind her. The scope was still to her eyes as she now began to see bats in front of her target. She had to shoot it, and hit it, or else.

BANG

Morgana curled under and stretched out her grapple arm calling for it to fire. As she did she realized she might be too far from the ship for her hook to connect. Her vision was still blurry and the grapple was nowhere to be seen. She continued to fall now thinking she had done everything far too late to be successful.

Well, I guess that'll be the last lesson.

A sudden rip was heard and the pain was immediate as she cried out. Her grapple was successful at hooking onto the ship, but at the very last moment at the end of her wire. Morgana hung for a moment as the grapple slowly pulled her up. She glanced up at her arm then seeing an immense amount of blood.

The grapple around her arm pulled so tightly it completely severed the skin. It was now around her wrist as from her wrist down was nothing but blood. Morgana watched as it flowed down her arm and body, it had been her worst injury to date.

Morgana clutched to her hook as she made contact with the hull of the ship. Crawling up the side was now nearly impossible with how much pain she was in. Even with the residual effects of the potion making her nearly weightless she only had one good arm. But some things just had to be done.