It was out of the frying pan and into the fire or so it seemed. There wasn’t but a moment of reprieve for Kvasir nor his comrades when the wagon was once again launched ass if it were made of paper mache. Before the wagon was launched and he had been laughing at the talking dog a shiver passed through him as the hairs on his neck stood on end. It wasn’t the swamp causing the problems this time, it was something else or rather someone else. 

His instincts reacted faster than his mind like always. Using the momentum in which the wagon was tumbling, Kvasir propelled himself off the wagon and towards the direction of the beast instead of backing away. Klaus had a similar plan but instead sent his ghoulish ships to bombard the strange figure. Hopefully the cannon fire and sheer size of the ship would cloak Kvasir’s body as he rocketed towards the fiend. 

It was all for not however since Klaus’ attack seemed sufficient enough to put down the creature. Kvasir never trusted one attack to fully euthanize an enemy. To ensure he was dead, Kvasir landed viciously onto the ground beside the creature before raising his foot to bring it down aiming to curb stomp the creatures head.