[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/7eBfSNo.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Nearing Baldur's Hall
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	[color=#a81a75]"Oh, it's rather beautiful and splendid. It isn't grand in the way that the All-Father's palace is, largely because my family finds no value in gold or coin,"[/color] Runa explained, relaxing ever so slightly as she talked more about her childhood home. [color=#a81a75]"It is called Breidablik, which in the All-Tongue means broad-gleaming, as my father is the God of Light. To enter the halls, you must be pure - anything unclean will burst into flames for all eternity. When we arrive, I will need to fetch you a protective balm to prevent you from bursting to flames in the presence of my father as well, as he emits more light than your body can handle."[/color]

	Runa then smiled ever so slightly, thinking about the various rooms and whatnot. [color=#a81a75]"The hall is adorned with flowers and many endangered fauna stay as handmaidens to my godly mother. I have a deer who is like a second mother to me. And when people come to my father's court, the halls are filled with the roars of laughter and good cheer. There is no other place like it on Asgard, a place where anyone is welcomed and all can belong..."[/color]	[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] the Palace
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy, Unarmed Combat, Agility[hr][hr][/center]	Guin gasped in pain, as the werewolf slashed her left arm with its claws. She [i]really[/i] hoped these werewolves couldn't spread their disease through gashes - she didn't want to be condemned to a life of Twilight cosplaying. Guin bit down on the inside of her mouth, trying to force her mind to focus through the pain as she cradled her arm, putting pressure on it in an effort to stop the bleeding. The Asgardian outfit Runa had put her in was going to have some major bloodstains, not that Guin cared. She hated the thing anyways. 

	It took her a moment to stitch her thoughts together, even as she heard Pietro's voice echo in her mind, asking if she was okay - and then as she saw him rip out the heart of the werewolf who had attacked her, killing the beast instantly. He looked dazed and out of it, and as much as she was in pain, Guin wanted to try to help him a bit - he had done the right thing, after all. And he looked like he was experiencing somewhat of a mental breakdown. [color=cc33ff][i]Hey, babes, I'm fine, really. Scars are sexy anyways,[/i][/color] Guin said, trying to reassure him. She concentrated and tried to send a calming influence into his mind, something to just help him regain some control and stability. 

	[color=7ea7d8][i]Nopenopenopenopetheyarebadandyoushouldn'thavegottenhurtandthatthingdeservedtodie!!![/i][/color] Pietro's words whizzed into her mind. She was hit by an overwhelming feeling of anger and fear, which was only matched by the expression on Pietro's face - he looked like he was one second away from snapping, just moments away from killing the younglings in the Jedi Temple, his left eye kept on twitching and his fingers were spasming, like he was still pulling out the werewolf's heart. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Hey, you're okay,"[/color] Guin repeated, before trying again - this time, it seemed that she actually helped to calm him down - [i]mostly[/i]. Mostly was going to have to be good enough though. They still had a werewolf and Guin's ability to ignore the pain of her massive gash was decreasing by the minute. Guin turned her attention to that wolf, kicking at it as hard as she could, hoping it would go down easy but she only managed to hit it in the shin - barely doing any damage to it at all. It made sense. It was much bigger than the others and had armor, because [i]that[/i] was normal.