It makes her sick, the way sadness is addicting. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in the sense that it comes naturally to her. But everything else about it is hard. The way her body aches with self-hatred. The way her mind spins a...
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As Thor helped the people of Earth get to safety, the Asgarian warriors watched as the Destroyer made its way toward them. Shooting beams of fire out of its face, firing at buildings and cars parked along the road.
A lavender haze twirled around Athalia's fingers, her magic flowing through her veins. Her spear appeared in her hands, scrapping against the ground as they headed toward the giant, metal, destroying machine. Smoke from the fires blew in between the build that had yet to be set on fire.
"Keep it distracted," Sif told them, heading in a different direction. The Destroyer shot another beam of fire at a gas station. Athalia watched as it blew up in amber flames. Even with all the smoke and wild, dancing fire, the destroyer survived, walking straight through.
"Dramatic much," Athalia muttered, keeping her distance from the Destroyer. Standing in line with Hoguhn and Fandral, by a flipped car, who waited for Volstagg's running start. The bearded man ran toward the two other warriors, and when the moment came, the two threw the red-headed warrior toward the machine.
"For Asgard!" The warrior yelled, plunging his battle ax into its head. However, the Destroyer was created to always be a step ahead of its enemies. It flung its metal arm sending the bearded warrior flying.
It continued to walk forward, towering over Volstagg. As it opened its metal face to fire at the poor warrior, Sif jumped from her hiding spot on the roof, landing on his shoulders. Stabbing her sword through its neck. The light inside the Destroyer died. Sif smirked. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief.
The Destroyer's light turned back on. It was still alive. Athalia should've known that wasn't going to be enough to kill it. It's almost impossible. Killing something that isn't even alive. Its metal body twisted around, Sif now on its chest. The Warrior jumped, crashing to the ground before she could get burned.
"Fall back," Lady Sif yelled. The two other Warrior three lifted their friend, helping Volstagg to safety as Sif run. The Destroyer sent a beam straight for her, catching her ankle, and making her fall, before diverting to a power poll.
"Loki!" Athalia yelled, in anger. She threw her spare at the Destroyer, catching its attention. She knew he was watching, Loki. She knew he could hear them and their pain. As everyone else hid away, Athalia stood alone, in the street. Fire burning around her. She knew there wasn't any use in using her mental abilities against something that doesn't have a brain.
A boysenberry-coloured mist flowed around her palms. Athalia began shooting balls of energy toward it, a small focus field placed around her to protect herself from the fiery blast. The mist changed to a blue-violet colour, Athalia's magic mixing with her unseen frost giant abilities. The princess shot out a blast of ice, freezing half of it.
Shocked Athalia looked down at her hands. It had worked. She didn't even know she could do that. She smirked. While it stayed stuck to the ground, the young Asgardian formed an energy ball between her palms, aiming it at its head as it opened its face to shoot fire at her. The ball was fired right into its 'mouth' stopping the fire attack.
