The Old Gods | Book 2

Twenty Eight: Spoils of War

At the summit of a towering skyscraper, the goddess Sigyn, prepared to launch herself into the heart of an impending battle. With armour that gleamed like the constellations and a flowing cape that mimicked the cosmic winds, she stood at the precipice, a beacon of divine strength against the city's chaotic backdrop. In a moment of unparalleled determination, Sigyn leaped from the edge, her descent defying mortal understanding.

Sigyn lands on the cart and her weight drops it off balance. The skiff spun out of control and swayed side to side until the driver regained control. The alien riding the chariot turns and screams something at her, teeth barred and it raised its weapon. She slashed her spear across its throat. She jumped off its back as it dropped to its knees gurgling and she drove her spear into the driver of the chariot.

The alien squeals and screams trying to reach for the thing stabbing it. She twisted it further in and its arm dropped. And so did the chariot. It plummeted suddenly out of the air with the death of the driver. It spun out of control making way for the ground very quickly.

The chariot crashed into the road. The trailer spun jackknifing causing the skiff to buckle and overturn in its crashing descent. Sigyn launched herself from the skiff and it rolled across the road until it crashed into abandoned vehicles. She rose to her knees, now on the ground floor of the city she can see the total destruction which has been caused here today. Everything is in disarray, on fire, or abandoned. People are screaming somewhere and there are explosions and gunfire.

This reminded her of a time as a little girl when the city of Vanaheim was under attack. She remembers the chaos and fright she felt. She remembers seeing her city in a similar state.

There is a man hurdling his two young children to safety across the road. They are screaming and crying and he looks scared. Scared for their lives.

A sharp force smacked her back and she stumbled. Her armour protecting her against the assault. The goddess turned to meet the alien coming at her with its riffle aimed at her. It clicked at her and she hurled her spear across the way.

The weapon violently found its target striking it into the ground through its chest. The alien fell without another sound. "Get to safety!" the goddess shouted at the man. He hurried along.

Sigyn walked to retrieve her spear. Putting a foot to its chest, she pulled it free. As the Chitauri swarmed the streets, Sigyn moved with a grace that defied the laws of physics, her every step a dance with the cosmos. With a resolute gaze, she engaged the alien horde, the clash of her blade against Chitauri weaponry echoing through the canyons of skyscrapers.

The goddess became a whirlwind of might, her movements guided by the wisdom of millennia. A radiant shield materialised in her hand, deflecting the onslaught of extraterrestrial projectiles. Her every strike sent shockwaves through the Chitauri ranks, each swing a testament to the power that lay dormant in the divine. In the midst of the urban chaos, Sigyn, the goddess of loyalty and cunning, found herself surrounded by a relentless group of Chitauri aliens. The gleam of her celestial blade matched the determination in her eyes as she prepared to face the extraterrestrial onslaught. The city echoed with the eerie hum of alien machinery, setting the stage for a clash between divine power and extraterrestrial menace.

The first Chitauri lunged at Sigyn, but she sidestepped with preternatural grace. With a swift motion, her spear carved through the air, meeting the alien threat head-on. Sigyn moved with a dancer's precision, seamlessly transitioning between offense and defense. She twirled through the Chitauri ranks as she deflected incoming blasts with a shimmering shield that materialised in her free hand.

As she moved through the battlefield, abruptly, a cacophony of explosions erupted behind her, sending cars hurtling in every direction. Turning swiftly, she witnessed Loki soaring overhead in a chariot, a menacing parade of Chitauri trailing in his wake. Reacting with instinctive prowess, she leaped onto a nearby car, launching herself onto the approaching chariot. Swiftly, she dispatched a driving alien with a decisive throw, taking control.