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James Stark is in a coma.

[She sounds completely unmoved by this. Entirely. (She shouldn't have used his first name. He'd be upset.)]

[She almost hangs up, then:]

Does anyone want to spar?

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. . . What do you do? When this happens. How do you . . .

[Not go crazy. Not feel guilty.]

What do you do?

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[For anyone who wants to spar, Vin will be in the CES, having Clifford throw large objects into the air for her to fling coins at and shatter out of recognition. The air is full of falling ash, mist curling under her feet, but the trees and the land are green. She doesn't know what to make of it, and therefore doesn't think about it.]

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Will you try to kill me?

[Not a no. She's really just curious, in a dull sort of way.]

[It's not a no. Morgana arches her eyebrows.]

Should I be asking the same?

You can.

I won't kill you.

I'm not interested in killing you.

Then come fight me.

[She doesn't both with a reply, but some time later, she shows up at the CES dressed for a fight, following the sound of broken things.]

[Vin lets herself lower to the ground when she hears Morgana coming, turning to face her. Just because they don't intend to kill each other doesn't mean she wants to have her at her back.]

Morgana.

How do you want to fight?

[Morgana certainly understands that sentiment. She shrugs lightly: there is no sword in her hand, and she certainly doesn't think she needs one. Then again, Zane fought like a demon, when she watched him.]

How do you usually spar? [Spar. Makes it seem less like they're about to kill each other.]

With my powers.

But if you don't want to do that, I can fight with daggers, or with my hands.

[She hasn't truly fought with her powers. She and Emrys have traded blows, but this will be different. If it makes her nervous - and it does - she hides it with a raised chin.]

Your powers against mine, then.

[I hold the power of the heavens in my hands. The memory seems far away, but she reminds herself that it is true.]

Your powers against mine.

[Maybe others might think this fight will mean something other than just a fight. Maybe they might think it would decide something once and for all. Not Vin, though. She knows this is just a fight. Morgana does not like her, and Vin doesn't know if she likes Morgana or not, but whoever wins or loses here, doesn't make one of them stronger.]

[She just wants to fight.]

[Throwing a coin down at her feet, she Pushes off into the air, throws another behind her to bounce off of at the same time as she flings one in a wide arc toward Morgana's throat.]

[She is fast, faster than Morgana anticipated, and that nearly opens her throat before they even begin.

She knows how to take someone apart with a sword in her hand, and she knows how to throw men down with her magic. She's not sure she knows how to fight a mistborn.

There's a spark of fear as she sees the coin hurtling toward her, but she throws her arm up with one single thought in her head, scildan, ans it strikes an invisible barrier. Morgana backs away, neck craned up to keep Vin in her sight. She doesn't wait for the next attack, instead swinging her arm hard with the intent to pull her down, throw her to the ground.]

[The spell grabs Vin by the ankle and pulls her down, down towards the ground. She strains against it, tugging herself skyward, and, after some struggle, breaks free. Before attacking again, though, she drops coins in a circle around Morgana, hopping from one to the other to keep herself a moving target.]

[Morgana spins in a circle after Vin, hurling spells that have no hope of striking true. She grits her teeth in frustration before she thinks of the coins, and steels herself for an older spell, rooted in nature. A small wind funnel forms, grows, and she pushes it after Vin, searching out the coins to send them flying.]

[A better place to aim - at the same time that Vin is losing her grounding, she is impressed, staring at Morgana until she reaches out and Pulls the coins towards her. She lands hard, but bends her knees and lets pewter absorb the rest of the force, then tries a quick, hard run at Morgana, trying to knock her off her feet.]

[She wishes, abruptly, that she had a sword in her hand. There is the jarring fear of being unarmed as Vin runs at her, despite knowing exactly what she can do.

Maybe it's because she doesn't know exactly what Vin can do.

Instead of throwing up another shield, Morgana tries to knock Vin down instead, thinks hleap on bæc and thrusts her arm toward the other woman. She doesn't know whose magic will win out, and feels her heart thud hard in her chest.]

[Vin feels the weight of Morgana's spell. It slows her down - more than she would have expected it would - but not enough to stop her entirely. After some struggle, she pushes through the spell and begins to pick up speed again.]

[She's at nowhere near top speed when she hits Morgana, but her center of gravity is low and she is determined and has a good amount of frustration built up; when she hits, it's with every intention of knocking the other woman on her back.]

[Her thoughts, and by extension her spells, aren't quick enough. Her experience in battle has so often been steel against steel: she doesn't know how to combat a magic she doesn't understand.

The shield spell comes too late, and Vin his her hard, knocking the breath from her lungs. Morgana doesn't even recognize falling: one moment, she's bracing for impact, the next she's on her back, staring up at the sky. She struggles to breathe, but she rolls aside at the same time, not trusting Vin for mercy or hesitation. She needs distance, and once she's managed to breathe again, she waves an arm as if to ward Vin off.]

How many [she gasps] battles have you fought?

[She neither approaches nor retreats, just lets herself settle on solid ground. Cocks her head like an animal, curious.]

After a while, I stopped counting. It was a war. There are too many battles in war to count.

How did you--[She makes a sound that is half wheeze, half gasp as she fills her lungs again] --learn to fight like this?

[There's something in her eyes. Sorrow? Maybe. She hides it too quick.]

Did you ever meet Kelsier?

Only in passing. [She doesn't catch the shift in her eyes, focused on regulating her breathing again. She can bring Kelsier's face to mind, but she can't recall speaking with him.]

He's the one who taught me.

Before I met him, you could have killed me with a snap of your fingers.

[Vin tosses her hair impetuously, but there's a little of her old fear in there, behind the mask of the court girl. There's a girl who used to cower.]

[That, Morgana sees. She is still a girl how cowers, only she's built a shield around her, grown a second skin to hide it.]

How did you meet him?

[How did he save you?]

[A humorless smile.]

I was about to be beaten to death. He made sure I wasn't.

Then he taught me how to be a knife.

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