Lancelot's body rushed through the trees on the ground, his feet stomping to attract as many enemies as possible.
While above him, Morgana flew between the branches, her hands filled with black flaming bolts as she shot them at rocks and stones to destroy them and make even more noise as the pair saw a small opening that was where they would fight.
He watched above him, the narrow sight of the helmet a little annoying, but he noticed that her plate armour seemed to have no bottom...
'No... she's deliberately showing me her naked ass with that damn power of hers!'
Remembering how she could manipulate who saw what, currently the manic wife of his was now flaunting her furry slit and ass to him while her top half was still fully armoured...
'This pervert...'
The wind whistled through his armour as they both approached the clearing—he began to realise that his changes were far greater than he thought.
