Svalin was grabbed by the arm and thrown. Pain coursed through her arm and she figured it was fractured or broken. She collided with the wall of the fortress. Ribs cracked, possibly broke, from the impact and her head slammed against the hard rock. She slid to the ground and stayed there for a moment.
It hurt to breathe and her head was spinning. Her vision blurred a bit.
Svalin climbed to her knees and reached for her sword. Her fingers wrapped around the hilt and she brought it up to have her heart sink. Her sword was broken. Svalin closed her eyes. This had suddenly become more difficult, but she wasn't going to give up.
Slowly she climbed to her feet and the world started to spin faster. Her chest hurt, her arm hurt and her head hurt. Darkness lined the edges of her vision and she staggered a bit. The useless sword bit fell from her hand and she staggered forward. The fight was not over. She couldn't give up now.
One step. Two. Three. Her foot hit a rock and she tripped. She fell forward to her knees. “All-Father, grant me the strength for this fight,” she said quietly with her hands on the ground and her head bowed. She looked up toward the fight. Her vision blurred a bit and she swore she saw the handle of a weapon sticking out from a pile of rubble.
Svalin reached for it and pulled at it.
The weapon came free from the rocks and she pulled it to her.
Mjolnir.
Svalin blinked and then blinked again. She had lifted Mjolnir. It was in her hands and hers to wield.
She was worthy.
Svalin blinked back tears and climbed to her feet.
“Odin and Thor! This daughter of thine line asks for the strength for victory o'er her foes!” she yelled. Clouds gathered and thunder rumbled. Svalin started spinning Mjolnir and charged forward. Calling white hot lightning down on her foe.
For those nearby they may notice Svalin's uniform has changed.
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