Battle Hymn of the Republic

Mouth agape, Willow watched with blatant awe at the display of power. During the duels with Percy she had seen first hand a degree of the skill levels the Menagerie fielded, she had believed Drysi when the fledgling druid talked about the Keeper and his duties, and she had even seen first hand some ...

Everything had been going about as well as Willow could have hoped for with the opening exchanges of the battle. The wraith being unphased by her attempts at a push and Vengeance getting a solid slice on her arm were unfortunate, but Willow recognized that she was the underdog here. She had prepared ...

There was that electricity again. Just as when Percy had made to lance into her with his saber. The thrill of her body coiling with potential energy all reacting to the anticipation of a deadly edge beginning its course to her heart. There were no quips, no banter on the tip of her tongue, just ...

“Huglauss jötunn?” Skarnir observed as the colossal hand sprung its ambush and lifted him as the cewri revealed itself. As the giant crushed the Nord, unwittingly capitalizing on scalemail’s weakness to crushing, Skarnir breathed out and focused on contorting his body in a less destructive form; but ...

With quick and practiced motions Skarnir doffed some of his gear, including his work gloves which revealed a rather mundane appearing ring on his right hand. Touching a metal pin on his chest, from which emanating from the pin, a series of polished metal scales folded outward and into place across ...

If Skarnir felt the cold he didn’t show it, and while it was slow Zippo might notice his chill doing more than seeping into the Northman’s shoulder; it was almost like the cold was being drunk in as a magically inclined creature might sense a growing energy on the man’s gloved right hand, and the ...

“Ah, yes yes, one of the little ones. I lose track of how many of you lot are around,” Skarnir’s voice rumbled steadily. He had been enjoying getting a smile out of the woman. For as intense as she presented herself, she gave him the same impression as a barn cat. All bristles and claws, but over ...

Halting his work, Skarnir couldn’t help but hang his head and chuckle. Lifting his gaze he gestured casually with the knife in his hand. It wasn’t a threatening gesture so much as the idle motions of someone comfortable with a tool. His look was appraising as he considered the situation. With a ...

“Wow, that worked,” was all that Willow’s internal monologue provided as she faced off against the brutes and Vengeance’s ever ominous visage. Everyone around her seemed just as surprised as she was though, so to ride that morale momentum she flashed a cocksure grin as she rested the saber against ...

The look on the woman’s face suggested she was not surprised when Drysi asked about the other house. As she bounced the baby lightly upon her shoulder she looked about to answer when something hit her from behind making her knee buckle briefly. Flipping a switch she covered the baby’s ears before ...