5th bolt - OPERATION MORDWAGEN

[richtighammer]

((Action, ALL OVER MAYFIELD BITCHES))

[There is a rumbling in the streets of Mayfield. It is audible over the sounds of gunfire and cries of battle, audible even over the moans of the growing hordes of undead - it is the thunder of the chariot of Thor, the sound before which men and giants have trembled since first the thunder god burst from the

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[nosoul_nomind]

[HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THIS AWESOMENESS

Barton is there. There's a small teenage girl running along side the cavalry now. She's uninjured but has blood on her, and wielding a hatchet. Any zombies coming their way get her weapon stuck squarely in the head with the precision of a professional.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor thunders alongside her for a moment, quite impressed at the sight of a girl without armor or proper axe keeping pace with this throng.]

Hoy! You'll find heads easier to strike from up here!

[He extends a hand to haul her up beside him - room for two in this driver's seat!]

[nosoul_nomind]

[She smirks, and takes his hand to jump up.]

Thanks. Nice, uh, set up ya got here. Should be able to take care of 'em in no time.

[Barton cleans off her blade on her pants, then gets ready to slice at more zombies.]

[richtighammer]

None shall stand against us! [Thor returns to bashing heads as soon as she has her seat, rather pleased at being able to focus on one side. Fewer zombies missed that way.]

It's not a pretty sight for a woman, a battlefield full of dead! Would you rather I bring you to some house of safety?

THIS THREAD IS FOR TRAITOR MCGIRLYPANTS AND THE AWESOME RESCUE

[richtighammer]

[Time has shown that just because Thor's at the head of the cavalry doesn't mean he's leading it. Over the course of the battle, he's driven his way apart from the rest of the group - whoever was beside him absconded at some point he doesn't remember, engrossed as he is (for the first time in far, far too long) in glorious carnage.

But Thor's forgotten one terribly important thing: Here in Mayfield, he's no longer the strongest being in the nine realms. He has no belt of strength, no iron gloves, and the hammer in his hand is not Mjollnir, but a hammer forged from car parts by a boy in a suburban garage. He cannot fight for nine days without faltering. Fifty zombies in, and he's weakening - his blows come down slower, his hammer strikes two or even three times before crushing a skull, and the zombies he leaves in his wake still moan and twitch in the street. Even his voice is weakening.]

Is this all you have? Monsters-- [He has to pause to swing the hammer with a grunt of exertion--] I've fought bigger and better than you!

I THINK YOU MEAN HERO MCJUSTSAVEDYOUR PANTS

[putmeinstitches]

[Loki is having the time of his life. This is the best excuse he's had since the regain to burn everything in sight. As long as he's careful not to singe the plants (and oh, how he rues that promise) he can burn as many drones to death as he likes. Consequence-free.

Hel's gates, this chaos is actually heroic.

He could get used to this.

But even burning zombies gets dull after a while. Loki is perched atop the general store, rollerskates dangling off the side of the roof, picking off zombie after zombie like a sniper with a superheated flamethrower.

It's then the wind brings a familiar bellow to Loki's ears. Thor? Of course the big lug would be out in the thick of it, Loki thinks as he scans the ground for signs of excessive carnage, fighting tirelessly to protect the good people of Mayfield--

No, he realizes, as he spots the surrounded thunder god. Not so tireless now, is he? It's hard to believe, and takes a good moment to sink in. Thor is in trouble.Leaving off his sniping, Loki watches Thor fight, pondering his

[richtighammer]

[Being in trouble is not a thing Thor is used to. Only rarely has he had cause to fear for himself, to doubt his power - but as he swings at the zombies and realizes that, though he must have slain a hundred, their numbers do not seem to shrink, and that his hammer is growing heavier with every blow, he feels suddenly... uncertain

[putmeinstitches]

[The air around Thor suddenly becomes very, very warm. Everything more than a dozen feet away is obscured by a shimmering heat-haze.

Is it just the haze, or does it look like the zombies are...melting?

No, no, they're definitely on fire. Something very grotesque and awful is happening to their heads that's best not described here.

Through the newly-made gap in the mob steps Loki with confidence in his grin, wearing blue-white flames like a cloak. Or armor. He looks at Thor's face for a long moment -- he does not want to forget this reaction -- then sends out a blast of superheated air, knocking the shambling monsters back a few paces, all the while maintaining eye contact with Thor. It gives them a few seconds while the zombies collect themselves.]

What are you waiting for, death? Stop standing there and get the chariot!

[hintcoinplz]

[Oh man what is this.

This is awesome.

Luke will this off to the side in shock.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor is rather surprised to see Luke here - and apparently not one of the slavering undead. He reins in before him, the goats' hooves throwing up showers of sparks on the pavement.]

The battlefield is no place for a beardless boy, Luke Triton! Have you left your wits at home with your axe?

[hintcoinplz]

[He can't say he's not impressed with this.]

H-huh? I can defend myself, Mr. Thor! Really I can!

[richtighammer]

Oh? I see no shield on your back, boy!

[gotoyourmoon]

*Hello, Thor. There is a snow-white winged unicorn with a shimmering rainbow mane and tail flying ahead of you, and kicking zombies in the face with enough force to launch their heads clean off.

One god to another, teamup?*

this is the most beautiful thing

[richtighammer]

[...What the...

Do the Valkyries usually let their horses fight without them?

...Are there even Valkyries here?

How do Valkyries work when the enemy is technically already... dead...

But this would involve entirely too much thinking to puzzle out - especially in the heat of battle, when thinking is the last thing anyone should be doing! Thor does not begrudge this new ally a few zombie heads.]

You're missing your rider, Sky-Runner! [he bellows as though it could understand - he's fighting beside a horse, after all, how much stranger could this be?]

i know, right?

[gotoyourmoon]

I wasn't aware I had one! *Speaking back as if it's the most casual thing, and kicking another zombie in the face.*

[richtighammer]

You speak! [THE DEAD COMING TO LIFE. TABLES WALKING. HORSES TALKING. THIS DAY OFFICIALLY CAN'T GET WEIRDER.]

I meant no offense! Where I come from, we do not often teach our horses to crush heads!

[As he crushes another head.]

[plantenough]

[You have attracted the attention of one (1) plant lady, who just finished tearing up a zombie with her vines-for-arms. She may have just hitched a ride with said vines-for-arms, because why wait for the zombies to come to you when you can come to them in a death stampede?]

[richtighammer]

[Whoa wait why is the chariot suddenly a lot heavier--

--well, this is new. Thor stares for as long as he can before a jolt of the chariot reminds him that the goats are not steering themselves, and he turns back to the road (and the zombies) ahead.]

I warn you, I'll have no witches cursing my chariot with their touch!

[plantenough]

[She shoots him a quick glare. Ugh, you guys with hammers are all the same.]

Save your preaching, we have a common enemy.

[And she skewers a zombie as it passes by to demonstrate.]

[richtighammer]

[...Thor can accept this as a valid point.]

Fine! So long as it remains that way, I have no quarrel with you.

But if you remain up there, watch my back!