[Oh.

Oh my god.

Morgan's so ready--she beams when Ritsuka draws on some inner strength, when she drags in a deep breath, when she calls out--

..... And then she laughs, a peal of laughter that doesn't really stop her from ducking an arrow at the same time.

At least there's that.]

All riiiight, Master, whatever you say! Magic thing, go!

[She says that...but then she lifts a hand, tome's pages fluttering in the breeze she calls up, and far more officially:]

O wind born amidst clouds of shifting sand, mow down those who would do evil! Elwind!

[SHE DID THE MAGIC THING... and a nasty burst of razor sharp wind does a pretty good job of mowing down most of the axe fighters bearing down on them.

Keyword: most.]

Whoops! [Morgan stumbles backwards, barely avoiding an axe.] Hey, wait your turn--!