Tyr bellowed in surprise as a heavy weight crashed into him, shattering a rib or two. He was toppled onto his stomach with barely any recollection of how he ended up there. He heard the roar as the weight shifted, now pressing against his back. His ribs protested the weight but he struggled to rise nevertheless.
Suddenly a bird landed on the ground near him and he froze, his breath catching in a gasp. "....you."
The magpie didn't move as it watched Creed's hand rise with deadly intent, and as it began to fall it said, "For Fenrir."
Tyr wasn't able to respond as his head left his shoulders and his blood sprayed across the floor, speckling the bird's feathers. the magpie fluttered a bit then hopped back a few steps to allow Creed room. "Well. Look at this fine new armor of yours." It said with a pleased edge of sarcasm.