"The war I rember, | the first in the world,
When the gods with spears | had smitten Gullveig,
And in the hall | of Hor had burned her,
Three tis burned, | and three tis born,
Oft and again, | yet ever she lives.
Heith they nad her | who sought their ho,
The wide-seeing witch, | in magic wise;
Minds she bewitched | that were moved by her magic,
To evil won | a joy she was.
On the host his spear | did Othin hurl,
Then in the world | did war first co;
The wall that girdled | the gods was broken,
And the field by the warlike | Wanes was trodden.
Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,
The holy ones, | and council held,
Whether the gods | should tribute give,
Or to all alike | should worship belong.
Then sought the gods | their assembly-seats,
The holy ones, | and council held,
To find who with venom | the air had filled,
Or had given Oth’s bride | to the giants’ brood." -Völuspá Stanzas 21-25
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[Quick Recap]
Within Mammon’s Forest, it is dark and there is no light source at all except for the moonlight shining through the very center of the shrubbery above.
At the middle of the woods, two Money Tree cloaked figures et up and from their raised hoods the sa voice is projected into the darkness.
MamMon DæMon: "So you told them?"
’Other’ MamMon DæMon: "Of course, and you?"
MamMon DæMon: "Of course."
...
Itsuka nods and starts her wind up pitch.
Her looong leg rises high and slices the air slamming it back down...but that’s where the motion ends.
Katsu’s Anjell Eye deactivates and returns to it’s base-kit.
Itsuka still has the baseball in her grasp.
In the dugout, both Drakania and Aiden look confused.
On the field, Sol is equally confused as she looks around and sees her friends looking shocked and frozen stiff.
She looks over at the shook Jormungand playing shortstop.
Sol: "Uhhh, what’s going on?"
Back in the dugout, Scylia is looking North with a look of horror on her face.
Scylia: "That’s the direction of the beach...that’s where Charybdis said he was going to hang out with his girlfriend..."
At ho plate, Shelly gets out of her stance and she has a serious look on her face as she looks behind her, to the South.
She is stuck, staring off into the distance.
Saku looks out into the outfield.
Xaaydagaay and Friend aren’t growling at the sensed threat. Instead, Friend is cowarding, completely prone to the ground.
The catcher doesn’t get up from his crouch, and talks to Shelly from his squatting position.
Saku: "Laban had told us earlier while you were fighting that guy earlier, since so of us have been in the presence of extre Seiõr, we can sense whenever a large enough of the energy is being released..."
Shelly: "I had assimilated that sense last night after trying to find you, but that was only you.
Now there are two sources releasing extre amounts of Seiõr into the world, and they’re coming from completely opposite directions..."
From the dugout, Mada Fryer also senses the imnse energy being exerted into the universe. From the corner where she and the all black Seax are leaning, the sentient sword in her golden sheath floats and flies towards Shelly.
Using Seiõr, the friendly flaming sword attaches herself to the female warrior’s hip. Shelly tosses away the bat and runs to the dugout to grab her Seax.
Katsu walks over to the worried older sister, Scylia.
Katsu: "Don’t worry Big Sis.
The beach isn’t that far away.
If we hurry, we can make it to see if Big Bro Char has already settled the situation, haha!"
Scylia swallows her spit and nods.
She gets a head start running North in the direction of the beach.
Princess Rebekah and Zoram hold each other’s hand as they follow.
Dom and Sol look at each other, then join the chase.
Sol: "Co on Big Guy!"
TayTay, still sitting at first base eating his peanuts, gets up and shakes the ground while waddle running to keep up.
Katsu looks at Shelly as she exits the dugout with the gifted Seax in her clutches.
She turns however, to the South.
The sa direction she’s been particularly obsessimg more over, just as Scylia is rightfully prioritizing going North.
The highly respected and always alert Valkyrie descendant knows the difference between the two power sources.
One of which being one of her legendary grandmother’s killers.
Katsu: "Shelly! Big Bro Char is our main priority as of right now!
I know, that you know the Seiõr user over there is probably coming Laban’s older sister!"
Laban already has her Eyelien at 2nd Stage, a grey aura while watching the events unfold on the Southern county.
Drakania gingerly walks up to the ability focused DaeMon on her way to Jormungand still standing at shortstop.
Drakania: "Um- Ms. DaeMon."
Laban DaeMon: "What?"
The little brother to the questioning young woman quietly walks behind her.
Drakania: "You said the sister that is obsessed with the Erinyes Angels, is nad Herfjötur, after her Valkyrie mother, right?"
At this point, Shelly’s ears twitch at Drakania’s curiosity and the Ace fighter notices Laban’s Eyelien at it’s 2nd Stage.
Laban DaeMon: "Yea. What’s your point?
Katsu, Saku, Shelly and Itsuka move closer to the discussion.
With his catcher’s gear off and thrown into the dugout, Saku looks at Shelly.
The inspired fighter is more hooked on the question than the DaeMon.
Drakania: "Do-Do you know...Do you by chance also know her Völva mothe-?"
Laban DaeMon: "Gullveig."
Drakania is caught off guard by the interrupting answer but recovers and starts searching her own mory banks.
Itsuka looks at the young woman prolific in mythology and theology.
Itsuka: "Did your mother ever tell you anything about her, Drakania?"
The cute girl’s purple eyes widen after rembering one specific tale.
...
Woman’s Voice: "Fé er frænda rógok flæðar viti ok grafseiðs gata aurum fylkir." (Wealth, Source of discord amongst kinsn, And fire to the sea, And path of the serpent.)
...
*ZIP!*
*ZIP!*
...
[Shinwa County, New Dodge]
Bullets fly through the air at a more rapid consistency and hit the highway concrete.
Sniping Guard: "THEY’RE STILL WALKING TOWARDS US! CAN NOBODY FUCKING HIT THAT BASTARD?!"
*BANG*
SeiõrSnow continues to fall under a light blue/purple sky, with the sun giving it’s final ’rays of goodbye’ for the night.
*BANG!*
...*BANG!*
Soldier: "I got em!
Oh yea, boom! Right in his chest, ha...hah..
... Wh-What?..."
*BOOOOOM!*
Sniping Guard: "What the fuck!?
Tower 1 has been destroyed!
I repeat, guard tower one has been attacked!
Initiate lock do-"
*BOOOOOM!*
Woman’s Voice: "Fé vældr frænda róge; føðesk ulfr í skóge." (Wealth is a source of discord among kinsn; the wolf lives in the forest.)
The lock down sirens sound off from the cent walls surrounding the 450 acre prison.
Within the walls of the prison grounds, various n and their won scatter.
Woman’s Voice: "Feoh byþ frofur fira gehwylcum;sceal ðeah manna gehwylc miclun hyt dælan gif he wile for drihtne dos hleotan."
(Wealth is a comfort to all n;yet must every man bestow it freely, if he wish to gain honour in the sight of the Lord.)
While continuing down the road, getting closer to the fenced in entrance, suddenly opac golden chains appear around the DæMon in the cloak. The "chains" tighten around the invader and she stops cold in her tracks.
Man’s Voice: "Hehe! Hehe!
Well, I reckon you’re not too friendly huh?"
On the other side of the chain linked fence is another cowboy.
The automatic fence slides open and his boots *clink* with every step. Another cowboy, this one has a twirly, handlebar mustache and he has a scar on his chin.
His 10 gallon hat is the proper size and also has ’JJ’ on a star stitch to the side of it.
Next to his yellow eye the man has an alien symbiote in his right eye socket, with a smokey aura.
He puts one of his hands up.
Above him, from the building behind the fence, 3 snipers poke out from the rooftop.
Each barrel pointed directly at her.
Scar Cowboy: "Sorry pal, but it’s ti for you to take a dirt nap."
Drakania’s Voice: "There is a story of a Völva who once visited the Gods in Asgard, their realm.
The witch was said to have an unhealthy obsession with gold and wealth, that it troubled the Gods and they chained her down.
At first, they took three spears, attempting to pierce her with them."
The cowboy lowers his raised hand and the three rifles fire, each of the bullets fly right at the bound woman.
Drakania: "...But it didn’t work."
The bullets bounce right off of the cloaked individual and ricochets in different directions.
The cowboy doesn’t show face and instead smiles at the apparently tough enemy.
Scar Cowboy: "Well, well, well, lookie what we got here...
Hey Cleatus!
Go git us a bonfire started..."
He walks up to the frozen in ti woman and pulls back her hood revealing the face of the second MamMon DæMon.
Scar Cowboy: "...We got us a witch to burn."
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