Battle:
Morgan stopped swimming; she treaded the water catching her breath. She was now about 10 feet away from the overly enthusiastic water currents, that was almost literally a whirlpool to some demon dimension, aka Iona's personal prison for those who dare break her nail.
When Morgan looked closer at the water portal she could see the faint outline of an eye. It was Iona's eye that had yet to lose all it's look of saneness. Morgan quickly ducked under the water, hoping she had not been seen by the evil manifestation.
'How am I going to do this?' Morgan thought to herself, 'I can't let her know that we are on to her, she has think that something went wrong with the spell, and there is only way to do that.'
Morgan knew it was the only way but she still cringed at the idea. Attacking someone from behind (if the other eye, for humans usually have two and she knew that Iona had both, wasn't looking to the back) was not what she liked to do, but she had no choice, there was no way she was going to let Hunter be sucked up like a speck of dust facing off a high powered vacuum.
Under the water the current about 10 feet below the portal was not so disturbing that she couldn't get through. Going up for air one last time, she dived down hoping Iona didn't have the power to sense her. Morgan hadn't though so once but she had no idea what Iona's powers where like at this point in the messed up time line.
Morgan was able to push herself through the currents with little trouble, though her supply of reserved oxygen was really low. Her lungs felt like they were about to be popped like a needle puncturing an overly inflated balloon. She broke the surface with a huge gasp, taking in all the oxygen her lungs would let in.
'That was weird, I though I was only down there for a few seconds' her addled brain told her. Then she looked over and noticed that the portal had gotten considerablely larger. 'It's as if I was down there for about 2 minutes.'
When her head was finally cleared of the fuzzy leftovers from the lack of oxygen, she was able to take in the situation. The boat was almost completely under now and the screams had become less in amount but not in intensity. There was no eye in the back of the portal, for this Morgan was immensely grateful. But to her dismay the portal had started sucking power into itself, it was only a matter of time until the eye found its target. Hunter.
She worked quickly, stretching out her senses, feeling the portal's magical composition. It was surprisingly an easy two-sided transportation spell. Okay so it wasn't really easy, but it was for someone who studied the subject, this spell was one of the basics. Though Morgan wasn't particularly interested in transportation she still had studied it a little bit in Ireland, she had even tried a rather more advanced version of this spell the Iona was using with such pride. It was hard to believe something so small and simple could do so much damage.
Morgan used her senses to find an essential part of the spell, that if quirked, even a little bit could stop the simple monstrosity from continuing it's destruction. There it was. Morgan could have laughed because of her good luck, but she had to concentrate. Iona, it seemed was struggling at this point in her life, her powers barely scratching at the surface of the legend power that was her father.
Iona had to use a blood rite to keep this spell going, and blood spells were so fragile that on knock on the right spot of the crackly evilness and it would fall apart. Morgan searched for the "Thing" that was receiving the sacrifice, and found it to be a really low level spirit. She sent a quick bolt of energy his way and felt it howl in her bones. It might be low-level but it was still evil and strong.
The portal wavered, the bolt having weakened the spirit, and another disengaged it all together. The portal fell, faltering. Iona's scream of rage echoed through the walls of the dieing spell, creating an eerie sound that chilled her blood. But it didn't bother her.
Hunter was safe.
