Her Name
Morgana crossed the tunnels filled with sleeping bottom feeders, nervously aware that she still hadn't recovered fully, unlike her opponent waiting for her, but she continued to proceed further nonetheless.
In the underground no one would hear her scream, but unlike before she had enough control over her magic to not be defeated so thoroughly. In fact, she was itching for another round, her blood pumping with a strange excitement.
[Spider? Should I be offended?] Typhon grimaced.
[Can you blame me?] Morgana replied. [I imagine we remember this place very differently. You with fondness, me with dread.]
Typhon glanced at the pale serpent whose striking yellow eyes taunted him in the dark. It was quiet since 'she' left with Apollo but now there was a sharp change in the wind around him.
Was he supposed to believe she was afraid of him?
[How much did you hear?] He asked without wasting any time.