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From her bedroom window Amora called the Enchantress by both her legions of admirers and foes alike watched as Asgard went to war, yet again.
'How long will this dreary little scuffle continue to interfere with my affairs?'
At least three of Amora's paramours were part of the army. They would be busy for quite a while.
It was all the same. Asgard invades. Asgard wins. There would be boasting and celebrations. Although the two thousand feet plus giant girl fighting Ymir was new.
She wondered if there were other things that were new. She shrugged. She wasn't all that interested in finding out.
"Ooh. That had to hurt. That poor girl is going to have to be quite the magician to hide the black eye that hit is going to leave behind."
Behind her the door to her bedroom opened silently. A very large man in black and blue armor, and carrying a huge axe in one hand entered the room and walked silent as the grave. He stopped behind Amora.
"What is it Skurge?" Amora did not turn around or make any kind of gesture that indicated, or cared for that matter that Skurge, the menacing intruder was in the same room with her.
"We are summoned to war." Said the Executioner.
"Well then, if you are summoned, then you must go..." this was becoming bothersome she thought.
"The Magi are summoned." he did not need to elaborate that since Amora was a very well known Magi, that she too would be summoned.
"Why should I..."
She didn't get to finish as she saw large white comet-like objects shoot from Ymir and hit various targets along the way.
Targets like the giant girl, the palace, the great hall, that nice little shopping district she liked to visit when she had nothing else to amuse herself with, and the left wing of her palace. The wing that contained her precious collection of shoes and hard to find lingerie. A collection that took a life time to acquire from all over the nine worlds.
"That was the left wing, wasn't it?"
Skurge grunted a yes in reply. Nothing further needed to be said. He knew exactly what she kept in that wing. If he could he would have pitied Ymir, but he was a merciless being with one single obsession in his soul. Amora. She was his mistress, because he wanted it that way.
"Please be a dear, and prepare my chariot Skurge." She said with a deceptively polite and pleasant voice.
Skurge had already prepared the chariot. He gestured for her to join him as he walked beside her. He would be her guard and champion as they made their way to the little scuffle with the Ice Nuisance, Ymir.
It's a small scene, but I thought I'd write this on my way to work.
I'm not going to be able to update much this week.
Tomorrow is my Cisco mid-term. So no sleep for me tonight.