Oh, FUCK- He choked, his back hitting the door as he staggered back. Well at least he knew now, and he also knew what he'd have to do next.
So long, Freyr, you dull man. He was getting sick of the maintenance anyway.
He looked at Freyja and decided to change into the person who might best be able to counter her every move- as well as throw her off enough to get the upper hand. Herself.
Like a shadow passing across him, his body changed into an identical replica of the goddess before her, and she flexed her hands and took in a deep breath. Boy, it had been a long time since she'd last changed face. She kind of missed the feeling of it, like mercury running down her spine, silvery and smooth.
"Lets see then," she said, and pounced towards Freyja, a hand striking her in the chest and beginning to fight in earnest.