[h1] Sanngridr[/h1] [sub]AKA Wilhemina[/sub] [@Flamelord][@Shifter_Master][@Ariamis] [hider=header][center][h3]Sanngridr[/h3] 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 | 6 10 | 14 | 10 | 24 | 6 Spirit and Reinforcement | Copycat / Evil Third Eye Power Artifact | Enhanced Wings | Soul Jar | Gifted | Martial Training | Overcity Shift | Enhanced Transformation | Sorcery (Runes) | Awareness Divine Competence | Paragon | Mana Overload | Black Coin | Non-Exclusivity Rites | Monstrous Form | Even More Debt | Betrayal Devourer | Second Specialization | Wings | Broken Reincarnation | Destroyer [/center][/hider] Having gotten the message, Sanngridr proceeded to store the coin on herself, as she sighed. It was never easy, was it? The valkyrie took flight on her mighty wings and soared aimlessly, thinking what to do. The city was particularly lively today, as some monsters prowled in the streets, what seemed the usual fare. It was stupid, and delightful, watching all these churls flailing around, ignorant of the banalities of their own existences. The monster girl seemed downright bored with the situation after a short while. And then, it happened. She spotted the Hospital, being under attack. Something...stirred. Like some bad gas passing through her entrails, it twisted and coiled within her, trying to break towards the surface of her psyche. Things that she had long buried and discarded. She winced ever so slightly. [i]"I'm going to be a doctor like you, dad. Saving lives is cool."[/i] An echo of a former past, now almost unreachable as the long way towards what she had became had been fraught by twists and turns that in each curve of the way, had shredded bits and pieces of her very self, leaving only the bare, most rapacious essentials. Or so she thought... until now. Besides, what kind of warrior would she be, if she did not respect houses of healing? Leaning on her left wing, she began to circle the hospital and its spectacle, crude monsters assailing Beacon forces. Of course they had to be Beacon. Life was never easy. It was a bittersweet pill to swallow, as the lampheads and her masters goals were downright conflictive... but even so, Beacon did respect the rules of battle. If only a little. [i]Fine...you win, Will...[/i] She whispered as she descended, halting a few feet ahead of the group of Wendigos that looked like football hooligans ready to pounce on the enemy team fans. "Rejoice, Odin finds your struggle... amenable." She said both to Alicia and Aurelio. It was the most transparent excuse, but it would have to do. Sanngridr pulled her sword out and cut her finger, lightly dabbing the sword with blood as she traced a couple of runic symbols. With grace and swiftness she swung it twice, making a couple of feints in the air. At each step, a faint magic trace followed the blade, creating ghostly after images as she performed her move. Dozens of reinforcement facsimile blades now stood above the Wendigos. "Tiwaz" She said, as the blades launched like one of Penrose's most lethal hailstorms, landing on the creatures. The Valkyrie barely raised an eyebrow, before speaking again. "Daegaz." She commanded, as the bladed constructs burst with brilliance, mimicking sunlight. For what she had seen, Alicia had managed to down one of the creatures with scorching energies, perhaps that was part of the trick to it. "Don't disappoint me, heheheheh." The Valkyrie of cruelty smiled, upon seeing the rising battle tide against the Wendigo. [hr] [img]https://i.imgur.com/TiCSHec.png[/img] [hider] [center] [h3]Dina[/h3] 4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3 7 | 10 | 7 | 20 | 7 Reinforcement/Beast | Power of Friendship/Avatar True Sight | Reverence | Diehard | Lure | Overcity Shift | Flexibility | Gifted Free Agent| Magical Overload Alone | Monstruous Form Non Standard Limbs | Builder | Second Specialization(Beast) | Broken Reincarnation [/center][/hider] Sanctuary operations seemingly had fallen into monotonity as of late. Penny's cadre of new faces had seemed to act sharply to the Wendigo operation, sending the much reviled wolf girl away from her. It was nothing personal from Dina's side, but after her transformation, she had found dogs to be a little... hard to stomach around. Her idleness was such that her decorum and poise seemed to falter, and indeed she had stopped herself from licking her hand to groom her ears. When was tea time again? She counted the minutes on the clock, as she leaned on her seat from the operations room. Oh, looks like they were being overrun after all. Where was the Varangian at times like this? Sanngridr was eerie, but if there was one thing to be trusted out of her was her bloodlust. The Regent sighed. She had to make do with Penny's people, as uneffective as they were. Mariette scrambling things was not helping. It was quite... the quagmire. At least not as bad as the beach. She had given the shoulder to Dan's antics, her patience having finally hit her maximum. Still, she would love some chilled drink and a sunny beach now. Oh well. "Looks like we need more effectives." She blandly stated as she eyed the screen. "And more commanders on the field." "Hm? Looks like the Varangian has resurfaced." The catgirl said. "Tell Sanngridr to join forces with our effectives as soon as she's done with the hospital." Dina gritted her teeth. "Direct intervention is necessary." She said, very reluctantly, and redoubling her efforts to sortie, summoning a giant eagle. "These whelps wont last." She added as she sped up towards where the Sanctuary forces were.