When the stars threw down their spears

[cutting_edgex23]

Norman agrees to take X, Elle, and Bruce up to the mountains, though he does sniff disdainfully when Thor decides to fly himself.

The trip itself is cold and breezy, because it is made in dragon claws, and they do not offer all that much protection against the elements. Still, it is not raining. That would make this even more difficult than it will be already.

Norman -- in consultation with the others -- eventually sets them down on a flattish outcropping of stones, then takes himself and Bruce to perch on a separate, nearby rock.

It gives them the best view.

X, in the meantime, gives Elle a small bottle of trigger scent, then goes to stand by Thor and wait.

She is tense as piano wire.

The scent of fear is heavy in the air.

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[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor, on the other hand, is not tense. He looks relaxed and easily ready for action, and very nearly cheerful, as if this were the start of a pick-up football game or something.

You know, if pick-up football games usually entailed light armor. (Bare arms, no cape, only a sleeveless flexible breastplate and vambraces -- this is Thor's equivalent of workout clothes.)

Mjölnir lies on the ground some yards away. It'll come to his hand if needed, of course, but if not -- well, X did ask him to please try not to wound her too badly while Bruce was around, so as not to upset him. Bare hands are a lot easier to avoid inflicting bloody harm with than a giant magic hammer of magic stone.