Rikive covered her ears against the sharp shriek the filled the air. Were they being attacked by a banshee? The thought just crossed her mind when she was savagely pulled onto the ground. She covered her head after the explosion shook the ground like an earthquake, bits of plaster and glass falling on her head. As the loud gunfire rang out she removed her arms to look around the room at her companions. They all seemed alive, for now.

She knew and understood gun's well by now, many television programs seemed fascinated with them. But those punny weapons were weak and cowardly; as a Norse deity she would not be cowed by such dishonorable weapons. If mortals could be hit with these and continue fighting as they had on television, then she could as well!

"Bloody, cowards!" She growled, getting her hands underneath her. "Why do they not fight us face to face!? I will cut off their-" As she spoke she started to get up and one bullet slammed into her shoulder. It exploded out the other side, spraying her blood on the floor. Fiery pain erupted across her torso and she quickly dropped back down to the ground before she was hit again, her hand gripping the wound. "Fucking...bastards! Cowards!" She gritted her teeth, feeling her body starting to heal the injury but by the nine worlds it hurt! She had once been ran through with a sword and the pain had been nothing like this!