Odin sighed heavily and rose from the throne, moving toward the balcony. "It would seem that this particular fire needs control. I smell blood upon the air, Heimdall. I suspect you can see what our captive is up to whilst we've spoken. Although bloodshed does much to cull the weak from my fighting force, it is time that this mortal was stifled." He paused walking back toward the throne to lift his spear into his hand. "I am curious to see what my force will do to quell one mortal that has given them so much trouble." With that he glanced back toward Heimdall, frowning slightly. "How long did you think to keep this from me, my friend?" The king asked calmly. "Nevermind." The king said with equal calm. "Victor Creed must be tended to, and it would seem that I am the only hand with the strength to rebuff him." With that Odin moved to leave the throne room and deal with a wayward mortal.
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Fandral grit his teeth, a desperate cry for the man to stop his twisting and pulling upon Sif's head. She had regained consciousness and was holding desperately onto Creed's wrist as she struggled to keep her head in place. She had her teeth bared as she moaned tightly, feeling bones grinding as the powerful mortal tried to pull off her head. When she felt something crunch she cried out, tears streaking down her cheeks.
Suddenly an arrow whistled through the tension and buried itself into Creed's elbow, piercing straight through muscle and tendon, only barely clipping the unbreakable bone. Nerves severed and while the arrow blocked the nerves entire arm became useless no matter how the mortal struggled. Only a breath after the first arrow three more thudded into Creed's neck from just over Sif's head, grouped tightly together to punch a large hole into the feral's trachea and clip the carotid artery. Fandral breathed a sigh of relief only briefly when he saw the feral's arm go limp. Before he could totally release that breath he raced forward with all of his speed and yanked Sif out of the mutant's now slackened grip. Barely a second later he had her back in the fold of their infantry, guarded by a shield of swords and seasoned warriors. Their archer, an Asgardian that Fandral (shamefully) didn't know, stood on a fountain several yards away with another arrow ready should the mutant move to attack once again.
As soon as Fandral was out of the way the archer let the arrow loose, aiming for the blonde's amber-colored eye. Creed saw the arrow's deadly tip coming, then a flash of black and white in front of his face. The arrow never thudded home and despite dizziness from the loss of blood Creed was able to feel something land on his blood spattered shoulder. "Death." the magpie said in a harsh chirp, shaking the arrow from the grip of its talons. "I sit upon your death!" It said in a harsh caw.
At sight of the bird and recalling its terrifying words, Fandral shuddered slightly. Where is Heimdall? Fandral wondered while holding Sif's bloody, barely conscious body. Surely he knows of this beast's presence in Asgard and what the man wants!
The archer drew back another arrow and the bird sat calmly upon Creed's shoulder. When the archer fired, the arrow stopped a few feet away from both the bird and the mutant, held back by some unknown power before clattering uselessly to the ground with the other discarded projectile. The bird said nothing more from its perch, only continuing to watch them with keen eyes. Whatever its purpose, it now sat upon Creed's shoulder like a gargoyle, preventing further assault while the mutant healed. It seemed that for the moment all it wanted was to let Creed heal...and see how much blood would run through the streets afterward.