[b]Alexander Nevsky - Scandinavia[/b]

As it turned out, Nevsky was not strictly needed for this battle, thanks to the force that was brought to bear against the rising dead around them. He did not complain about it, nor did he hold it against the others for eliminating the threat in as rapid a manner as possible. So he did what he could, cutting down any of the dead who went too close to his master, and making sure that the rear was guarded should they be suddenly set upon from another direction. Glory was of no concern to him, not in such a state. 

Eventually the fight ended, both their own as well as the large clash that had been going on up ahead. The warrior who remained from that stepped forward, thanking them for their aid before turning to face the next wave of approaching foes as he revealed his identity. It was one that Nevsky had some knowledge of, though perhaps not as perfect as he would have liked. Peaceful relations with the Norse were difficult. 

To his Masters question, he was quick to answer. [i]'I believe that Siegfried was the one who tempted by his guardian before doing battle with the dragon Fafnir, with the assistance of their deity Odin. Though he succeeds, he is eventually killed later for his own misdeeds.'[/i] Or something like that. He had heard a couple different versions of the tale, with varying details. 

The surprise of being confronted with one of the Saber class was matched with the rather sudden appearance of a poet, one who also served as a lure for the creatures even as he waxed on. It seemed that this Shakespeare was not one for a fight himself. 

"Perhaps now is not the proper time for grand tales, is it poet," Nevsky pointed out to Shakespeare as he brandished his weapon at the oncoming foe. That was something more suited for a feast or a festival. The fights were where the stories were made after all, so would he not be better off observing? 

Nonetheless they went to the fight, and Nevsky did not hesitate as he joined the others in combating their foes. It was a fight they all were involved in, and he moved quickly as he struck out. No magic flourishes, just the powerful moves of one who had fought in many a battle before. Once they dealt with this they could move on, and with the sort of threat these things had shown themselves to be so far, that wouldn't be long. 

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