"Nay! Thou wilt ne'er take this sacred hall, Frost Giant!" she yelled back. Svalin had alternated between calling her brother a Dark Elf and a Frost Giant. At the moment he was a Frost Giant.
"Asgard wilt ne'er fall to the likes of thee!" She climbed down off of the table and ran over to the sink area. There was a bucket of water sitting on the floor next to the sink. Normally it would be used to wash dishes, but today it would serve as burning pitch.
Svalin hauled it to the table and hefted it up to the top of the table. Water sloshed onto the floor as she accomplished the feat.
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