"I heard you the<i>first time</i>!" Morgana almost screeched. Something about her sister made her temper a short fuse and ready to explode at a moment's notice. Especially with the Judicator waving around that burning, foolish sword that was like to tear down her entire house if she let Kayle come any closer. Unfortunately, it appeared her attack had been rendered useless by an effortless dodge on her foe's part.<br/><br/>She hissed. "Don't think you can just barge in here and order me around,<i>sister</i>." The nerve of that girl! Morgana very much likened her sibling's actions to that of an entitled brat as her own eyes tinged with purple glowed a dangerous milky-white, her torn wings flapping lazily behind her. "It will be your own undoing!"<br/><br/>With that said, Morgana found herself being charged at helmet first, the inferno dancing around her in a mocking waltz as it engulfed everything it touched.<i>Burned</i>! Everything! Her material possessions took the path of her baking as the room was turned into a literal oven but the Fallen would not give in. A dark blue barrier shimmered in front of her, shielding her from the heat as flaming tongues licked up the surface. Another bolt of dark black shot out from her palm. "<i>OUT</i>!"