And your luck no doubt flows like an unending fount, never to run out. If only all could be as bless'd as you. [No kidding, that arrogance could be a match for Badb's. Though she doubts she'd pose as much of a threat with her leg slashed like that. Perhaps that's why the redheaded terror hadn't made an appearance yet, and she's a little thankful for that. The Empress is tired of blood for today.]

They have brought this most willful child of war and death to their field, without asking if she would care to assist. She does not-- Mistress Morrigan has other beasts to wrestle with, and wastes what little time she has on this strange mudball.