To the Throne

Sigrid thrashed as the Jotun grappled with her, attempting to beat her in hand to hand.
Her blade lay mere feet away, but as she broke free and made for it, she was swarmed by....rabbits? She could not feel their bites, but knew if they continued her legs would give out.
"This is your army Jotun? At least wolves would have made for a better spectacle."
Erik growled at her jest, throwing himself at her. The rabbits proved distracting enough, Sigrid unable to move quickly before being thrown on her back. Blow after blow struck the warrior, holding up her arms to bear the brunt of the attack. Looking around, she saw the rabbits crowding her body and her blade still out of reach.
As Erik became certain of his victory, he was distracted by the familiar screech and an unknown roar, looking up to see their newest challengers. This allowed Sigrid to jab his throat and buck him off, before clearing the rabbits on her and retrieving her blade.
"You can fight all your life Jotun. No one escapes death."
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Kespin grabbed his head as another flash blinded him. Dyvia looked on in horror at the arrival of both Valkyrie and dragon, unaware of the turmoil in his head.
He could still feel the power, though now instead of it coming from those around him, it was beneath. It was the magic of this world.
You know its secrets, Lore-keeper.
The voice boomed in his skull, as if it were fighting for dominance.
"What secrets? My book is lost and I am simply mad."
Not mad, broken. SHE holds the past.
Looking at Hel as they phased into her throne room, he felt like they had met before, but could not draw forth any true recollection. Instead, faint memories of spells he had seen in his book came to him.
"Luna! My magics will help pierce the veil!"
Channeling what he could muster towards the elf, he strained as more thoughts invaded his mind.