Odd Power

Erik felt the air pressure change, though the changing weather had the smell of magic to it. He was thrown back when lightening rained down, smashing into bodies and trees. Picking himself up, he sought the source and easily found it, the leader of the women warriors.
She stood in a vortex of heavenly energy as lightening danced on her axe and body.
"The power of the Gods? How can that be??"
A fire lit in his chest as the ancestral hatred burned, it had been years since he stood in any proximity to a Gods presence and it was all but impossible to resist.
Launching himself from the snow, he charged through Legion, Sister and draugr alike. The figure he sought saw his charge, easily ducking the wild swing from his hammer before putting the axe to use, the tip barely slicing into the Jotuns thigh.
Although most of the energy was absorbed by primal magics, the attack shot Erik back.
His limbs shocked and twitching, he had no defense as Sigrid leapt into the air and drove the blazing axe into the Jotuns heart.
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Kespin looked at the lightening with on odd expression, it seemed to call to him, like an old friend.
Looking about the battlefield as friend and foe were thrown about by the blasts, he strolled through, drawn to the source.
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Erik became lost in his mind, a vast void that became colder as moments passed. He couldn't feel the axe in his heart, not even the snow that became red from his spilt blood.
He could only hover in the void, unaware of events outside.
Sigrid finished plunging her mighty weapon into her slain foe, her victory filling her with pride.
"Your strongest is dead! Lay down your weapons and surrender to the Sisters of Old!"
Legion soldiers began picking themselves up, preparing to take their prisoner and leave.
"The Legion of Sol is an enemy to the Old Gods, our truce is done!"
Sisters began surrounding the shocked soldiers, taking weapons and throwing them to the ground to be tied.
Stepping off the corpse, Sigrid made to find the others of her original quarry, but was stopped by sound of crunching snow behind her.
"The Gods are dead, as you will be soon."
The voice seemed to be of many sources, speaking in unison. The towering form of the Jotun stood before her, but he had changed.
Eyes that streaked ethereal trails and blazed a cold blue. Veins that filled with darkness, that came out of the wound on his chest as a thick smoke.
"What in the name of the All father?"
A dark smile came the Jotuns face.
"You shall ask him yourself soon."
He charged and before the warrior could defend herself, she was sent into the air by a backhand.
Seeing his killer out of the fight, Erik looked at the enemy gathered before him and the glow in his eyes burned brighter.
Hammer in hand, he began a slaughter of both Legion and Sister.