Should've joined the Repo Men, sweetie. Could've saved us this ugly meeting. [Morgana jerks away and back, hissing as the knife scores across her skin, deeper than she would have liked (but it's all right, a little glass vile and she won't feel a thing). She doesn't dance out of reach, just shifts her grip on the knife and drives it forward and up, toward Amanda's stomach; and if that misses, she's got a decent enough left hook.]
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