Don’t let me down

skjaldmeyjar:

Eriu’s eyes narrowed as she was trying to process what she’s just heard, her mouth opened and closed a few times before any cound came out. There was no way she could hold it off for this long. “Ten minutes?!” And right as it has, another blast shook the building. This time the missile hit the entrance wall. The stone crumbled with a deafening roar, and pieces of it were thrown out in all directions like shrapnel.

Inconveniently enough, a chipped piece of rock wall managed to nick her before she could get to cover or even react. A sharp pain pierced her shoulder, even more so as she fell onto it trying to dodge the larger pieces. With a quiet groan she pulled the sharp chip of rock out of the wound and threw it at Sif’s feet, or at least where she thought Sif to be, as another thick cloud of dust filled the air. “Ten—”, she coughed, “.... minutes!”

The dust didn’t have to settle for it to be obvious, as suddenly it was much lighter inside - some fifty percent of their cover was gone. Fortunately enough, this time Eriu could deduce from the damage the general direction from which the attack was coming.

Don’t let me down

skjaldmeyjar:

In response to her question Eriu pulled a small pistol out of her pocket, and gave her a look that said it all: a gun or a sword, they had to go against an explosion launcher launching explosions through a thick cloud of dust from an unknown position and by an unknown hand. The sound the tiny pistol made when she cocked it sounded quite pathetic in comparison to the deafening blasts, and was like a period to all that her eyes have already said. 

“Can you?”

Don’t let me down

skjaldmeyjar:

Eriu winced, and let the goddess lean against the wall. Sif did not know. Herself, she did not recognise them either.

“I was hoping they were after you”, Eriu jabbed back, listening for more explosions. Suspiciously, there were none. Her eyes darted towards the open doors expecting to see someone trying to sneak into the building. However, for all they knew, the attack could come from just anywhere. “The best we can do is retaliate and ask questions if there’s anyone left to question.”

Just as Eriu finished speaking there was another blast. That one made the building tremble, and Eriu straightened up, ready to fight back.

Eriu fought back the impulse to pull her arm out of Sif’s grasp, and gave the goddess a stern look that very much verged on conveying disgust. There was no time to boast over the wounded warrior, however, as another projectile flew right over their heads and blew a large hole in a solid rock. With a grunt Eriu grabbed Sif firmly by the arm and pulled her up.

“Hurry, would you!”, she yelled. If they were to fight back they had to get to a cover first. In these circumstances Eriu could not afford to lose a guide.

Sif couldn’t help but smile at the eclectic nature of the woman beside her. She had known Mora for a short time, the girl coming to one of her fitness classes a while ago, and she definitely had to become accustomed to her quirkiness. 

“So tell me, why the interest in the seal pups?” She thought for a moment then followed up immedaitely– “Wait, I know. You’re just going to tell me they are cute, right?”

“Well... they are. It’s like watching animal planet except you get to cuddle something.” Mora shrugged, covering her legs with a layer of warm sand. “I'm not sure if orcas appear in these waters, but it would be cool to see one too. They eat seals.”

Sif tried to hide her wide grin, but failed miserably.  “Breeding Season? Do you come out and watch that too?” She dug her toes further into the sand, relishing in the amount of comfort such a small gesture brought. 

“Nah", Mora shrugged, drawing some patterns in the sand. “Males get super territorial and fight a lot during that time, it isn’t safe to watch. It’s probably not even that interesting if you try to imagine it... I’m only going there for the pups.”

          “I don’t see the appeal of laying in the sun until your skin bronzes or             burns,” she said flatly. “Why do you do this, Mora?” 

“Oh, nonono, I’m covered with three layers of different filters. Have you seen all that sand that’s stuck to my legs? I’m definitely not a fan of skin coming off. I’m coming here for seals.”