Grey covers the rows of boys as they lie together in silent lines.
A string of skeletons,
their names etched in the book of sorrow,
the book of death.
Violence their last memory,
as they sleep in deadly peace.
Ship the next batch of boys overseas,
...
Thor cries out and leaps forward, lighting sparking from the skies and as soon as he smashes down on the ground, a shockwave larger than theirs occurs, the lighting striking down on Mjolnir and smiting each of the giants apart with a loud crash.
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I run to Fandral who fights off three of them and toss my knife, using my duplicating spell to let it be thrown as three different blades that pierce them each and let my friend finish them off.
Volstagg saves me by plunging his ax into the belly of a blue monster to my right. My eyes flash around me as our group of warriors fights valiantly, with skill that no Frost Giant could hope to have. But we are indeed outnumbered. And I watch as more and more giants appear from the shadows ready to steal our lives.
Fandral backs up to my side.
"They keep coming," I say then duck to let him stab one on the other side of me through its chest with his sword that's like a needle. I stand back straight.
"What do we do?" he asks in a breath.
"We fight," is all I say before turning around as three huge monsters leap from the ledge and crash down before me in front of the stone wall. I cast my hands out before me and let the rock break apart behind them and crush them alive with a horizontal hand motion. I pull out my knives again when I turn around to spin dodge another blow from a Frost Giant. I slice open its side and Fandral stabs his stomach.
I see Sif block a blow from a larger one, it roaring with mighty teeth in her face as she stumbles back. I charge forward, fire in me burning bright when I see that my sister is in danger. I leap up to it and stab my blade into its shoulder. It roars again and flings me to my back. I grasp the ground and pull myself up as it nears me, pulling out a sword from its back with a nasty smile. I slide back, trying to return to my feet with a scared look.
That's when the black poison spreads from the wound I left, tainting its body in black and killing him rather quickly as I smirk. I leap up, plucking my blade from his arm and returning to fighting alongside Sif.
She spins her sword around again and again, fighting with the strength I have always seen in her. I do my best, using my spells and knives to do a good job of distracting them as she finishes them off.
I can see everyone here around us, fighting as best as they can... except Loki.
I almost panic as my eyes scan the battlefield. That's when I see him. He backs up to the edge of a cliff, cornered as two giants charge straight for him.
"Loki!" I call out and race forward to where he is, a bit far from me. Just as the giant flings itself at the man, thinking he'll take Loki over the edge, he flies straight through the image of him and crashes down the cliff. Of course. A clone; Loki's illusion.
He appears from behind a pillar and makes his clone disappear as I smile, relieved I hadn't just lost him. Of course he couldn't be taken down that easily. I should have known better.
