Once again Psylocke snatched defeat from the jaws of well... defeat!
Morandi had bested her earlier. The Mystical baton he created had proved more than she could withstand.
He had entrapped her in her own cloak while she slept.
He continued about his way, and kept searching for whatever the enigmatic mage apprentice was sent to find.
When she awoke she didn't put her cloak back on, instead opting to try and sneak about.
She found her quarry after some Psionic searching.
She knew engaging him directly was a no no, she had to keep him at bay and try to influence his mind.
She had no idea how so many of her foes were able to resist her.
She decided to be a little more forceful, her plan backfired.
As she met him once again, he quickly cast a spell upon himself, and charged in her direction.
Her Psychic Butterfly manifested over face as she tried to attack his mind.
But she was too slow. The baton once again appeared in his hand, and with one swing, she was downed. WAKT!!!!
Psylocke lay on the floor breathing heavily, slipping into and out of consciousness. With a weak look at her foe, she gave in to the darkness.
"I'm almost done here Psi-witch, then i'll be on my merry way! You go ahead and rest up, maybe next time you'll get lucky! Doubt it, but you can dream yeah?"
His arrogant laugh as he walked away filled her sleeping ears.