Tsk tsk

[garantundkraft]

Hey, mundane, you know what you were saying about me being horrible about dealing with people? Pot. Kettle. I think you know where I'm going with this.

What's that? I'm not helping? Uh, well, considering how the muse/mundane relationship works, you're asking the wrong guy. Besides, I'm not happy with you either.

You know why. Now be a mundane worthy of the awesome me and fix your shit.

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[fotlenke]

How sad. [ Annnnd, she's going to run and slash at you anyways. Will you dodge? ]

[garantundkraft]

::He draws his bayonet as she charges him, but with the short distance the more expedient response is to dodge, not block or counter-attack.::

What the fuck is your problem?!

[fotlenke]

You took a man's heart! A finger, a toe, a bone-- but you took a heart!

[ Back in she goes, slashing at him and sweeping out arms and legs to try and knock him off his feet. ]

[garantundkraft]

::Seven centuries of warfare has left him with knowledge of combat. So for now, he's dodging and blocking, but not going on the offensive just yet. He can't help it! She's still a woman, even if she's trying to gut him!::

Yeah?! You think I haven't been read the riot act already, lady?! As much as I like my guts and my balls where they are, you aren't fucking capable of doing worse to me than what already has been!

::Someone should tell him this is Sigyn. You know, a goddess.::

[fotlenke]

[ Sigyn lashes out with her dagger, while raising a hand, blue magic crackling in her palm. ]

Ah, a challenge.

[garantundkraft]

::...OH COME ON.

Does he have a freaking sign on his back saying, "Magic Users! Assemble!" or some shit? Because he keeps. running. into. them.

And considering his magic ability is non-existent? This is a problem!::

...are you fucking shitting me.

[fotlenke]

[ She throws attack magic. Searing, hot sparks that rain down, ineffective upon herself, but they should be hell on someone not immune. ]

Beg Arthur's forgiveness, and I may let you live.

[garantundkraft]

::That would be him. He tries to dodge, and perhaps escapes the worst, but he's still hit by many of those sparks. They burn, scorching his arm and side. His face is hidden behind his arm, which takes the brunt of the assault. Prussia hisses in pain, but won't give her the satisfaction of a louder cry.::

Ha! You think one such as me fears death? Bring it, bitch.

::Despite his injuries and disadvantage, he rushes her, bringing his bayonet up to strike at her gut.::

[fotlenke]

[ She pushes a quick defensive magic at the bayonet so that it only prods rather than puncture. She stabs at his shoulder with her dagger, growling, looking to make a mark and drag him down. ]

Death becomes you.

[garantundkraft]

Oh that's fucking awesome of you. What, can't take what you dish out? Gotta hide behind your fucking magic to take down one little nation?

Pathetic.

::His voice is strained as he drops his bayonet. Not that he's beaten yet. He kicks out, trying to knock her legs out from under her.::

[fotlenke]

Puny.

[ She hadn't expected the kick and she falls. ]

Ngh!

[ She scrambles and grabs at his leg, digging her nails in. ]

[garantundkraft]

::Knowing when you're severely outmatched is sometimes the best strategy, so when she goes down, he's pulling away. Even if she digs her nails in, Prussia will use all his strength to get away. And then make a hasty tactical advance away from her!::

[fotlenke]

[ He can run...but she still has the advantage of magic. A noose, to wrap about his neck, magic string tight. She pulls, getting to her knees. ]

[garantundkraft]

Ghhhhk! ::Yeah, that catches him good, because he can't breathe he can't breathe he can't. Prussia drops to his knees, clawing at his throat to try to get the magic to release.::

[blitzkriegd]

[a flash of light zooms through the air and actually cuts the magic thread before it can get any tighter]

[garantundkraft]

::Oh God air!

Just gonna gulp down some very grateful breaths. Jepp. Breathing is so awesome and wonderful!::

[blitzkriegd]

Sigyn, stand down! If anyone is going to cut off his balls, it's gonna be me!

[garantundkraft]

::Oh. Sigyn. Well, that explains a lot.

...Out of the frying pan and into the fire, then? Wunderbar.::

Scheiße.

[fotlenke]

He and Loki used magic to take your heart. If we kill him, then his end of the deal cuts off, leaving Loki exposed. [ She relinquishes her magic thread and retracts, but still stays near. ] Make him tell you the location of your organ!

[blitzkriegd]

[he looks... a bit conflicted]

........................

[garantundkraft]

::Glancing back and forth between Sigyn and England. A wise course of action would be to keep hos stupid mouth firmly shut, lest he sway England towards agreeing with Sigyn's option.::

Er, wait, my end of the deal does what now if you kill me?

[fotlenke]

[ She walks over to Prussia and yanks her dagger from his shoulder. ] Silence, mongrel.

[blitzkriegd]

[he moves to push between them]

Stop it! Lady Sigyn, this is between us...

[fotlenke]

And this was between his shoulder blades. [ She holds up the dagger. ]

[blitzkriegd]

I know very well where it was, and I must ask you not to do it again!

[...please? after all, she is a very powerful goddess. he probably should not speak to her so informally. he backs down a bit, but stays in front of Prussia]