Flight of the Valkyrie - Gym or Sex Ed?
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xp_logsKane, Valkyrie and Illyana take on the first wave of Disir attackers.
I have to say, this is only the third ugliest bachelorette party I've ever encountered." Kane snapped open his collapsible baton, hoping the carbon alloy would at least slow down Asgardian steel. Three Disir didn't worry him too much, especially with Paige beside him. Before her Valkyriesation, they'd trained together long enough to know what the other would be doing. Illyana was his concern. She was just a teenager and it was his responsibility to protect her.
"You know, I bet if I've worn my RCMP uniform, I could have just danced them in a crowd back to Asgard."
Smashing her shield into the face of the Disir at her shoulder, Paige rolled her eyes, following up a sharp stab of her spear which was rolled away. "I've seen you in the uniform and I've got to say..." Paige shrugged, circling around until she had in her sights both the still prowling former Valkyrie and Garrison's flank. "Meh."
Illyana, grimly determined not to die even if she had to jump behind some taller person, gave them both a look of total puzzlement. "Is this dancing uniform thing important right now or are you just having a personal moment?" she asked finally, phrasing it delicately in case they were sensitive about feelings or something.
"Relax kid. They'll cover it in Sex Ed... wait, how old are you?" Kane was distracted as a spear lunged towards his throat. He caught it behind the haft and wrestled with the owner for control. "A little help?"
"Explaining sex or this situation you've got yourself into?" she quipped, grabbing the back of the offending Disir by the hair before he could respond and, using the momentum, throwing her backwards into the trunk of a large tree. "Because no and you're welcome."
Paige, very Paige, gave Illyana an apologetic look. "Falling into old habits, I apologize, and promise to not let you get hurt horribly or die because of it."
Illyana, pulling off a complicated, eel-like twist out of an incoming Disir's grasp, couldn't reply until she had jammed the Soulsword upward, through the wraith's throat and out the back of its head. "Thanks, I guess," she said, eyeing the oncoming hoard as her victim dropped to the ground, "That's very comforting and stuff."
"Huh... that's quite some sword..." He paused long enough to crack his baton across the cheekbone of the spear wielding wraith, making her drop it as she reeled back. He lowered his shoulder so he could rush her. The impact tossed her headlong down the field, as if a truck at run into her.
Making some sort of internal decision, Paige deftly circled around, now covering Illyana, using her shield arm to old (vintage old) school clothes line a Disir who was attempting to run past. "What is with everyone's obsession with putting their nose in this girl's business with passive observations?" she asked, giving her a half smile.
The look Illyana gave Paige - though interrupted by another flare of her sword, following the battered Disir's path down to the ground and then ducking back behind the shield - was nothing short of hero worship. Nobody had ever said anything as amazing to anyone else in her entire life experience. "How many of these things are there?" she complained, after mostly avoiding one's notched, rusted blade (scratches didn't count), inelegantly getting this one through the ribs solely because swords made of light don't require a lot of force behind a puncture wound.
Giving Illyana a commiserating nod, Paige spared a look over at Garrison, watching him cave man club a Disir down into the ground, bouncing with the impact. Her spear casually pierced it's neck, a butterfly on a board, and then there was silence, eerie and suspicious after the howling shrieks. "I think. That's it?"
“Unless you ordered more ugly.” Kane confirmed.
I have to say, this is only the third ugliest bachelorette party I've ever encountered." Kane snapped open his collapsible baton, hoping the carbon alloy would at least slow down Asgardian steel. Three Disir didn't worry him too much, especially with Paige beside him. Before her Valkyriesation, they'd trained together long enough to know what the other would be doing. Illyana was his concern. She was just a teenager and it was his responsibility to protect her.
"You know, I bet if I've worn my RCMP uniform, I could have just danced them in a crowd back to Asgard."
Smashing her shield into the face of the Disir at her shoulder, Paige rolled her eyes, following up a sharp stab of her spear which was rolled away. "I've seen you in the uniform and I've got to say..." Paige shrugged, circling around until she had in her sights both the still prowling former Valkyrie and Garrison's flank. "Meh."
Illyana, grimly determined not to die even if she had to jump behind some taller person, gave them both a look of total puzzlement. "Is this dancing uniform thing important right now or are you just having a personal moment?" she asked finally, phrasing it delicately in case they were sensitive about feelings or something.
"Relax kid. They'll cover it in Sex Ed... wait, how old are you?" Kane was distracted as a spear lunged towards his throat. He caught it behind the haft and wrestled with the owner for control. "A little help?"
"Explaining sex or this situation you've got yourself into?" she quipped, grabbing the back of the offending Disir by the hair before he could respond and, using the momentum, throwing her backwards into the trunk of a large tree. "Because no and you're welcome."
Paige, very Paige, gave Illyana an apologetic look. "Falling into old habits, I apologize, and promise to not let you get hurt horribly or die because of it."
Illyana, pulling off a complicated, eel-like twist out of an incoming Disir's grasp, couldn't reply until she had jammed the Soulsword upward, through the wraith's throat and out the back of its head. "Thanks, I guess," she said, eyeing the oncoming hoard as her victim dropped to the ground, "That's very comforting and stuff."
"Huh... that's quite some sword..." He paused long enough to crack his baton across the cheekbone of the spear wielding wraith, making her drop it as she reeled back. He lowered his shoulder so he could rush her. The impact tossed her headlong down the field, as if a truck at run into her.
Making some sort of internal decision, Paige deftly circled around, now covering Illyana, using her shield arm to old (vintage old) school clothes line a Disir who was attempting to run past. "What is with everyone's obsession with putting their nose in this girl's business with passive observations?" she asked, giving her a half smile.
The look Illyana gave Paige - though interrupted by another flare of her sword, following the battered Disir's path down to the ground and then ducking back behind the shield - was nothing short of hero worship. Nobody had ever said anything as amazing to anyone else in her entire life experience. "How many of these things are there?" she complained, after mostly avoiding one's notched, rusted blade (scratches didn't count), inelegantly getting this one through the ribs solely because swords made of light don't require a lot of force behind a puncture wound.
Giving Illyana a commiserating nod, Paige spared a look over at Garrison, watching him cave man club a Disir down into the ground, bouncing with the impact. Her spear casually pierced it's neck, a butterfly on a board, and then there was silence, eerie and suspicious after the howling shrieks. "I think. That's it?"
“Unless you ordered more ugly.” Kane confirmed.
