Valkyrie Throne World
Ghauls fists ring out dull metal peals against Kara's head. She swipes at him but he's nimble for his size. Kara snarls. She takes a steadying breath. This one is different. Fighting isn't just a job or mission. Fighting signifies a way of life. A true Son of Odin or one of his ilk. Aesir, vanir, any one of those she'd put to the sword. Elves and dwarves, even the Jotuns were just collateral. Just what was necessary to carve a place for herself. Now this one. From far far away. Here to reckon her sins.

She laughs. Relaxes her posture.
"I can't for the life of me remember which one you are supposed to be. I don't know you." She scrapes the hydra head of blades on the floor. " That's Thor's hammer. You smell like Odin and Freya.  And I thought it was the Norns who wove fate. Who the fuck are you?"

Cutting off a response she lunges at Ghaul, feints a overhead cut, sweeps his feet, and plants a shoulder into his solar plexus. With a wave of her hand she commands the hovering hands to seize threads of the Wyrd Engine. 

The Wyrd Engine is comprised of 4 rings of endlessly threading hands. The threads of fate twist and braid into a single point at the center of all the rings which folds endlessly into itself. 

The commanded hands pad through the "eye" of Wyrd Engine seizing raw fate from the knot at the center and tearing free to dive bomb Ghaul.