There’s no gentleness on display here, even for the wounded, but nor does any seem to be expected. Each is inspected and helped or carried out of sight in turn. The clamor of voices hardly becomes less intense, but at least it’s intelligible…
“I fought both the beasts! Did our captain see?”
“-but there were two ghouls!”
“You dregs! Sheathe! Break the battle laws and I’ll dock every-“
“Nonsense. It was only one. The other-“
“Weskin’s crew lie slain in total-“
“-a victory then, yes? House Winter will have a new-“
“Why then did we come to this…” The Vandal speaking trails off as another shimmers into view atop the stack of crates beside him. This one is dressed like a vandal, but when he lands he’s clearly bigger than the others, his armor styled differently and his cape a different shade of blue. None of that stands out compared to his helm, though. Where the others have masks with two or more often four glowing blue eye slits, his eyes are obscured by a thin, v-shaped slit that glows brilliant white, set in a glossy helm of smooth dark metal.
The others back away a step, but he’s paying them no heed. His gaze sweeps over the apparent empty space where Loki stands. He doesn’t seem to know there’s an intruder there, but he senses something. And there’s a sense of distortion around him, as if time and space are warping, be it ever so gentle…
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“I fought both the beasts! Did our captain see?”
“-but there were two ghouls!”
“You dregs! Sheathe! Break the battle laws and I’ll dock every-“
“Nonsense. It was only one. The other-“
“Weskin’s crew lie slain in total-“
“-a victory then, yes? House Winter will have a new-“
“Why then did we come to this…” The Vandal speaking trails off as another shimmers into view atop the stack of crates beside him. This one is dressed like a vandal, but when he lands he’s clearly bigger than the others, his armor styled differently and his cape a different shade of blue. None of that stands out compared to his helm, though. Where the others have masks with two or more often four glowing blue eye slits, his eyes are obscured by a thin, v-shaped slit that glows brilliant white, set in a glossy helm of smooth dark metal.
The others back away a step, but he’s paying them no heed. His gaze sweeps over the apparent empty space where Loki stands. He doesn’t seem to know there’s an intruder there, but he senses something. And there’s a sense of distortion around him, as if time and space are warping, be it ever so gentle…