+ For Glory! For Death! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: EVERYONE & Unwanted Guests
Where: The Grounds & The Palace
When: August 27th to 29th
Rating: PG-13 to R for fighting, violence, and death
Summary: Attackers from other realms threaten the Asgardian palace and your very lives! This is where you fight or flee, the place for all your combat mingle needs.
The Story:

+ Day 3 : Rock Trolls and Ogres +



Rock Trolls and Ogres are strong, tough and surprisingly fast, with great muscular bulk. Their sight is keen, and they hunger for human flesh. Fortunately they are lacking in tactical skill, and few to none will manage to break through Asgard's protective barrier to enter the palace. ( x ) ( x )

+ Day 4 : Frost Giants +



The Forst Giants will scare off yesterday's attackers almost entirely, bringing a greater threat to the palace. They are faster and stronger still, and skilled in cryokinesis. One touch by their hand might freeze a warrior whole, if they don't stop the spread of cold on time. Several of their numbers will manage to break through Asgard's protective barrier to enter the palace. ( x )

+ Day 5 : Dark Elves +



The Dark Elves are the last and greatest threat to Asgard. They rely on stealth and deadly energy weapons, their strength and craftiness yet unparalleled. They are weak to iron, and any warrior would be lucky to discover this weakness on time. They infiltrate the palace from the caves, and nearly all of their numbers will attack from the inside. ( x )

Comments

[poppycock]

( the skin under his fangs ruptures and tears and the rush of blood down his throat is both heady and stirring. so are the faraway words encouraging him to keep taking, as though he wouldn't. a moan escapes him. even that small rumble in his chest has him tensing with a pain that fades. whatever decimation he remembers on the growing edge of his consciousness is healing.

he is healing, slowly but surely knitting together.

he lifts his head to bite again, harder, deeper, but with this greed comes awareness; his eyes open and he falls back to suck in a rattling, gasping breath.

his body shakes with its weakness, with his vulnerability, with his anger awakened from its death. for a moment he doesn't know where he is or how he landed here, only those familiar and insidious terrors he lived with everyday, and then he remembers the giant. the sword. caroline's voice. how he wished she'd stay back.

he sees his sister's bleeding wrist still firm in his grasp and her halo of hair above him. ) Freya, ( the name is spoken, gruff and demanding, where there are no other words. the pain and weakness and fight in him compels him to attempt to sit and to reach for his chest, despite the wound just healing over. he blanches. )

[deathlessness]

Slowly.

[As much as he isn't used to being in this position, she feels the need to remind him anyway. She reaches out gently to let her free hand rest against his shoulder and offer him her support.]

It will take more blood than that for you to heal fully. While the barrier spell will hold, we should try and get you off the field.

[persevere]

[He's barely even breathing and already trying to get up.

She lets out a little sound of exasperation as she moves closer again, her arm slipping under his lower back in case his strength fails him. She doesn't think she can take another close call like that and agitating what's barely even remotely fixed doesn't seem like the most solid plan.

Getting somewhere safer does, though. She wants to keep fighting, to slaughter the things that were capable of this before they did it to anyone else, but watching someone she cared about almost die has managed to shuffle around her priorities a bit despite Wonderland's urgings to do otherwise.]

Don't push yourself so hard. [She's more willing to plead.] Let us help.

[poppycock]

( he is pale and furious. it isn't the armor; it is his nature. he was felled down and made this weak, and neither of their suggestions sit well and neither can he argue with them. he would be a fool to do so, but that doesn't quell his baleful look, cut only by the flow of relief he feels noticing for the first time that caroline is beside him. (she is fine. if his maimer is dead, and he knows with a peculiar certainty the frost giant is, the creature did not bring her nor his sister nor anyone else with him.

none but his dignity.

he would summon it back to life to kill it again.)

he doesn't fight. he doesn't say a word, in point of fact, too weak and agitated to do so. his lips purse with anger and pain as he leans to freya and then distributes the bulk of his weight to caroline — she would be more capable, and supremely less injured. he'll accept the help, but he will stand.

his arm circles caroline's waist. if you don't think he's leaning against her heavily just because he can too, you wrong.

the battle still rages. his gaze flits over it, his voice low and slurred in his light-headedness; around the blood in his mouth. ) Where are we going?

[deathlessness]

[Freya isn't sure of that, exactly. She knows there has to be somewhere where they're gathering the wounded, and that will probably be the best place for Klaus to hide in plain sight. She pauses before turning to Caroline.]

Do you see somewhere where they're gathering the wounded or those who aren't fighters?

[persevere]

Yeah, they're all inside the Palace. They're trying to keep them as far away from the field as possible.

[She gestures toward where it stands tall. It's not particularly close, but they have an advantage.]

The faster we get there the better.

[Klaus might not be as quick as normal, but shouldn't have too much difficulty getting them both there if they can hang onto her.]

[poppycock]

( a strained, high bark of laughter scratches klaus' throat. it escapes him unbidden as he sways and limps a step, his head bowed from its weight. his voice is equally gruff. somehow, even now, he finds wryness and humor in this proposed suggestion. ) Yes, the perfect place. No one will question my insatiable bloodlust. ( the words are partially garbled, but they turn from humor to intense graveness at the end: he's not precisely kidding.

he is hungry.

also a baby )

[deathlessness]

[Freya rolls her eyes a bit at that, before turning and raising an eyebrow.]

It's too dangerous for you to feed from those on the field in your current state, and I don't think they would question people dying from war wounds too much, so long as you're not obvious about it.

[And there's cold and pragmatic Freya again. It's been a while.]

[persevere]

[Oh my god, you guys are both the worst sometimes.]

You're not eating any of the wounded.

[She enjoyed this fight as much as the next person, but come on.]

They might have, you know, medical supplies for blood transfusions and stuff.

[poppycock]

( and this is the woman he plans to spend his immortal life with.

he sees both of their points. even if the later is less appetizing, he's in no state to be picky. he supposes it also wouldn't be worth the trouble of caroline's displeasure.

regardless, he is flagging. ) Get me there. Or I will sink my teeth somewhere else. ( he murmurs this next to caroline's ear, head lolling to his shoulder.

#hangry )

[deathlessness]

[Freya rolls her eyes a bit at her brother's response to that, before nodding her agreement.]

He's not the only one we need to worry about.

[They are still in the middle of a battle field.]