Comeuppance

A great boulder came sailing out of the tree line barley missing the rising Jotun. It rolled across the frozen earth and came to rest with a thump against the wooden wall of the giant settlement. It took a moment for Balar to realise that its was the head of Vutra the leader of the Ice Giants. His eyes rolled back and tongue lolling.

What luck! A Giant’s Head! The very thing she and her brethren were sent to fetch. She could roll the colossal cranium home like a giant snowball and be lauded a hero, taking a place inside the village rather than on the fringe. She could live among the full breed ice elves. But for what? They were as narcissistic as the dark elf who again was throwing shadow magic her way. For fire's sake! Regardless of where she was physically living among them, she wouldn’t be one of them. Her kith wouldn’t be honored as heroes who died gallantly, they were a pack of half breeds mourned by no one.

But this wasn’t the time for sorrow or wallowing in misery. This was the time to fight! And there were so many choices! There was the uppity elf and his sycophant, or perhaps it was he who was her sycophant? It was hard to discern. They attacked with MORE magic, putting up a barrier between her and the Jotunn who was fighting the assassin she freed. As if that weren’t enough, there was an honest to ashes attack crow who swooped and battled the man in mourning who had attacked the uppity elf! And now, one of the wolves who were making short work of the ice giants had turned on the group as well. Varan didn’t want to fight the wolf, this “Miles,” The wolves were destroying those she swore to destroy. But as he charged the group menacingly, raging for the man carrying the dead she decided that wasn’t right, that wasn’t right at all!

She circumvented the barricade of the dark elf, and shadowy black ice enveloped the half breed as she ran full speed towards the lupine interloper. She ducked low in her run and crashed her armored shoulder into the side of the wolf to curb his assault. “Go!” She called to the man with his dead mistress, bowing her head slightly in respect of the corpse. She extended her claws, certain she could fend off one wolf. Probably. The ice giants could hang. The wolves were giving them plenty of comeuppance, and she hoped every last one of the hulking creatures suffered long and painfully. She quickly decided that she on the other hand, would prefer not to suffer long and painfully or even die quickly, not by the same wolves she silently was cheering for. Besides, going through the portal was another chance to be close to the libidinous man who drew her eyes. If she survived any counter attack from the creature, that's exactly what she would do.