Brunhilde turned around and put herself between Ares and their attacker. "A servant of the Sulking Flame," she growled at the demon, drawing her sword from the scabbard. "Was it your master that sent you to pick the carcass bones for scraps?" Surtur was as primordial as it got, of the same as the ice giant whose body made Midgard. She growled at the demon and it hissed, raking claws in the air and she swung her sword in an overhead stroke onto its head.