Svalin Thorsdottir (shield_maiden) wrote in marvel_nextgen,
@ 2010-01-21 19:56:00

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aridis, asleif, griffen o'niell, halbjorn, inactive - ohu amane, marlow, plot-"divine war", svalin, team - defenders

Rescuing the bride to be
Svalin was always a bit disorientated after one of Asleif's teleportation spells. She shook off the nauseous feeling and looked around. This was the realm of the Celtic gods, but more importantly the lair of Manawydan. Somewhere inside one of the buildings up ahead, her sister was being held prisoner.

Svalin hoped they had arrived before the wedding.

She drew her sword and readied her shield.

"For Asgard!" she yelled and held her sword aloft. Talking was not an option at this point.

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stone_bear
2010-01-22 09:28 am UTC (link)

Enough noise doesn't seem like it'll be a problem. A tank brigade with full support might be able to sneak in under Halbjorn's roar.

"Bring forth the coward! The Bear of Asgard demands his sister's return and the head of the coward who stole her away, else all this ist forfeit!"
If he's suffering any nausea from his sister's spell, it doesn't show.
He tears up a chunk of rock big enough to need its own zip code and hefts it towards the buildings, then draws his axe and continues his mad rush.

"I wilt have thine BLOOD Celt!"

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madscienceman
2010-01-22 03:12 pm UTC (link)

"True. I think they can handle themselves so we won't have to worry," he trails off and stares at Halbjorn. Yeah. They'll have the distraction they need. That's pretty freaky right there but then again Griffen can't blame any of them for the anger they're showing.

"We should see if we can grab a bow or something for Aridis to make use of. I can't see her not wanting to get involved in this after being kidnapped."

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	shield_maiden 2010-01-22 07:55 pm UTC (link)
	"Asleif! Take the others and find Aridis! Halbjorn and I wilt take care of these!" She yelled before charging toward the soldiers now coming out of the buildings. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	stone_bear 2010-01-22 09:37 pm UTC (link)
	With more of a roar than a yell, Halbjorn crashes into the first rank, sweeping a line of men off their feet, his axe tearing through their shields. Coherency is quickly fading from his words as the first blood is drawn. No one messes with his sisters. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	godlierthanthou 2010-01-22 11:03 pm UTC (link)
	Asleif would never understand Halbjorn and Svalin. "Come then," she said, directing the others. She wove a smaller teleportation spell, one for moving across, rather than between, dimensions, to bring them closer to the building. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_misc 2010-01-23 12:36 am UTC (link)
	The Celtic soldiers rushed out and attacked the Asgardians. Swords and spears tried to bite into Asgardian flesh. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-23 12:41 am UTC (link)
	Svalin's sword did not slow as she charged into the ranks of soldiers. "Brother! Keep thine wits!" she yelled as she beheaded a soldier. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

stone_bear
2010-01-23 08:49 am UTC (link)

Halbjorn is a mass of blood. Some of it is his, more of it is his foes. The only sounds he's making fall somewhere between a banshee's howl and a bear's roar, letting the madness wash over him as readily as his enemies' blood.

Svalin, in most times, is the princess of Asgard, he knows it in his soul. But he's also a bear-sark, and right now, his sister has been kidnapped. Right now, the madness is his master. He just takes their slings and arrows, and swords and spears, daring them to stand long enough to shed his blood before he tears through them like so many leaves on the wind.

He may die today, but he will not die alone.

For anyone looking on, its not a pretty picture.

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	nextgen_misc 2010-01-23 02:29 pm UTC (link)
	The Celts continued to fight the Asgardians. Their numbers were significant, around seventy five, but they were quickly being mowed down by the two Asgardians. They wielded spears and short swords. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-25 04:44 am UTC (link)
	Svalin's sword cut through flesh and muscle as she followed her brother. Someone had to watch his back and make sure he didn't die. She yelled as she cut through a spear and the attached arm. Hopefully Asleif and the others had found Aridis by now. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	stone_bear 2010-01-25 07:35 pm UTC (link)
	Halbjorn's wake is easy enough to follow, and he is only watching his back to the degree that his broad, sweeping attacks arc wide enough at times to dash aside some of the people trying to get there. A few of the spears bite flesh, but not deep, the shortswords are even less effective, and the smell of blood, his own or otherwise, just spurs him on. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_misc 2010-01-26 07:34 am UTC (link)
	The Celts, though trained warriors, fall easily to the onslaught of the Asgardians' attacks. Many fall, but many are left to strike with swords and spears. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-26 07:39 am UTC (link)
	Svalin felt the strikes and the warmth of her blood on her, but she kept pressing on. The two of them needed to give the others time to find Aridis. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

stone_bear
2010-01-26 07:59 am UTC (link)

There is no more strategy. There may be some question if Halbjorn would even know who Aridis was or remember any goal right now. There's fresh blood, steel and chaos, and he's glorying in every moment like it was his last. A few of the worst wounds on him are simply from the times he's thrown himself virtually onto spears to get to the enemy quicker, and he has a few of the enemy weapons still stuck into and through him.
He's heedless, just mowing down everything that moves and daring anything else to stand in his way.

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	nextgen_misc 2010-01-26 08:16 am UTC (link)
	The Celts did try to fight the Asgardians, but the Asgardians were more trained and better armed than the Celts. Still, spears and swords did not stop. They would die to the last to protect their lord. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-26 08:19 am UTC (link)
	Svalin was in better shape than her brother. She kept an eye on her back and would turn to fight the Celts trying to run a spear through her. Her sword cut through wooden shafts of the spears and her shield deflected sword blows. She pressed on to try to catch up to her brother. She couldn't let him fall. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

stone_bear
2010-01-26 09:09 am UTC (link)

Sometimes catching up is easy, he leaves a large wake. Sometimes they try and close ranks behind him. He's not in as good a shape, he never is in a battle like this, but he also doesn't care, he's just taking down as many as possible, more than willing to die so his sister might live free if that's what it takes, scattering Celts before him.

If they're up for laying their lives down for their lord, then who is he to stop them from doing so?

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	nextgen_misc 2010-01-26 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	At this point some of the Celts realize that there is no stopping the beserker. Some flee and others back away hesitantly. Others close in around the woman. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-27 12:06 am UTC (link)
	"For Asgard!" Svalin yelled and attacked the ones circling her. Spears and swords bit into flesh, but she could worry about her injuries later. Right now there were enemies to fight. Her sword, a wonderful sword at that, kept moving and spears shattered against her shield. Screams came from the Celts around her. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	stone_bear 2010-01-27 12:13 am UTC (link)
	Despite all the blood, the two spears stuck through him, and the rage, Halbjorn recognizes, even savors their fear, and somewhere might even register Svalin's battle-cry. He grins savagely, dismissing those who flee and charging towards the nearest sign of battle. There's no intent to help his sister, per se, but better to attack fighters than cowards. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	nextgen_misc 2010-01-27 09:41 pm UTC (link)
	The Celts around Halbjorn are mowed down like high grass. The remaining Celts decide to focus on the woman. She was a little less dangerous and more cautious about fighting. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-27 09:45 pm UTC (link)
	Svalin kept her sword moving and tried to block as many attacks with her shield as she could. Sharp edges from swords and spear points bit into flesh and each one was met with a grunt. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

stone_bear
2010-01-27 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Weirdly, this sort of has the effect they were looking for, if not the way they wanted it. As long as the fight is going another direction, Halbjorn follows it, currently leading him away from Manawydan's home and towards those attacking his sister. There's no tactical thinking or care to it, just the simple expedient that there's still a fight here eventually leads to most of one flank being cleared and protected as he continues to attack, scattering the Celts even when he's injured in the process, far less efficient now that they're spread more thin, so he has to dismember them one at a time instead of the sweeping axe attacks cutting down swaths.

The question remains, in this state, if Svalin really wants him all that near her. He's always remembered her before, but there's a first time for everything.

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	nextgen_misc 2010-01-28 01:29 am UTC (link)
	The remaining few Celts scatter before Halbjorn's onslaught. They ran back toward the fortress. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	shield_maiden 2010-01-28 01:31 am UTC (link)
	Svalin was breathing heavy and covered in blood. A lot was hers, but even more was from the Celts. She looked at her brother. This was not good. She knew that look on his face. "Brother!" she said firmly. "Calm thy self!" she ordered. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)