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[h3][b][u][color=Goldenrod]The Heir to Thunder[/color][/u][/b][/h3]
[sub][color=DarkGreen][i]Prince Faen Lokison[/i][/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr][center][sub]Interacting with: [@BlackPanther][/sub][/center][hr][hr]

	Sharp steel tore through the air, uncomfortably close to Faen’s face, and if it hadn’t been for his half-breed enhanced speed and reflexes he would have been wearing a knife shaped hat by now.

	[color=DarkGreen]“Hey, watch the goods lady! Crime enough that you’re invading our planet, but if you were to damage these good looks, well that would be unforgivable!”[/color] He didn’t even know why he was talking, he was so damn terrified. Somehow the words still sounded even and calm, all while his heart was beating a tattoo and his back was swimming in cold sweat. 

	Somehow it worked in his favour, and the Dökkálfar halted her [i]‘kill-Faen-frenzy’[/i] for a moment, relaxing slightly to give him another quizzical scan, her doe eyes trailing him from head to toe. It was slightly uncomfortable, but it gave him time to catch his breath, and begin to try and formulate a plan. Nothing was springing to mind, mores the pity.

	[color=Darkslateblue]“Hmm, [b]you are[/b] an attractive male. I’d heard that all you Midgardians were pink, fleshy weaklings, but you have a spark of fire in your eyes. Perhaps if you surrender Thor will allow me to keep you as a pet.”[/color] There was a soft tug at the dark-elf’s lips, and Faen was getting the distinct impression that she was teasing him. Still, as offers went, it was a flattering one. Far better than being shish-kabobed, anyway.

	[color=DarkGreen]“Well, to be fair I’m only half-[i]urrkhHH![/i]”[/color] He was interrupted mid-witty comment as the Dökkálfar exploded towards him, flinging herself through the air and twisting mid leap so that her booted foot hammered into Faen’s face. He hadn’t seen it coming, and took it all on the chin.

	He really needed to take some boxing lessons or something, he realised as he hit the dirt.

	Elsewhere the hound struggled slowly back to its feet, but was so groggy and slow to act that it was obvious that Ander’s brick attack had knocked the fight out of it for now. Ander’s moment of amazement proved that it may become his undoing though, as the bird-skeleton, which had managed to get back into the fight, soared towards him, it’s taloned feet gripping onto the mutant’s shoulders like a hawk snatching a rabbit. With powerful wingbeats, the monster climbed into the air, in seconds it was as high as the tops of the nearby buildings. It screeched in victory as it gained altitude, obviously meaning to drop Anders from a great height, and thereby killing him.

	Back in the alleyway, the cocoon around the behemoth was beginning to crack.