Rescue
It had taken some doing but Morgana had managed to convince Arthur to lend him the replica of the sword that his heir apparent had. As strange as that sentence was Morgana was becoming used to saying it and thinking it. Likely because how bloody wonderful said sword was. She could see why Arthur loathed to part with it, even if it meant that she had a familiar weapon that would help keep her alive. And that had been her winning argument. And despite all his pounting he knew that she had a point.
Twisting the sword expertly, Morgana struck the arm of the demon that approached her, before running through another with the sword. Moving easily and fluidly. She knew how to use a sword. It was so very good to have one in hand again and to be able to fight and help people without fear of reprimand. Not that would stop her and not that Arthur wouldn't try. However, she wasn't letting any of that bother her. Her focus was currently on killing these demons. It was a shame that she couldn't logically have a go at Glory. These minions would, sadly, have to do.