Good, it looked like the creature was more fragile than it looked. And yet...

She would've liked to have finished it then and there, but it was just not possible for her. Even though it had been temporarily repelled, Morrigan could still feel herself growing more and more exhausted with each passing moment.

For her to be so weakened after just one attack...

This wasn't supposed to happen.

A second strike would not bode well for her. She needed to get as far away from it as quickly as possible and recuperate.

Easier said than done.

Standing up had never been this hard for her. Her body felt heavy. Her movements were slow and sluggish. It was getting harder to see.

When was the last time she had ever retreated?

[OOC: I'm thinking one more bite will do. Okay?]