Fixing the little things.

Zantano spent barely a few hours before tracking down his target, according to the habitants this happened regular and was virtually an temper tantrum by the husband to get Freyja to beg to take him back and seeing the group laugh and joke now saw the middle sized man laughing in the centre as he bragged, “Works like an charm... she’ll send an “friend” over and when he fails will end up “summoning” me to patch it all up again!” Zantano smirked seeing his overconfidence but knowing this has happened before decided to lure Óðr into open battle. To most who didn’t know him Zantano looked like **** so using this to his advantage grabbed a wooden pole to aid his movement and pulled his hood up to make him look older than he was and taking one **** limp step at a time was met by the laughing of Óðr and his group who watched as he took each step closer, “You Óðr? Freyja has sent me to deal with you...” he laughed before rubbing his eyes cried out in laughter, “You? What are you going to do? beat me with your pole or will you fall over without it?” “Leave Freyja alone!” “To think your her latest suitor; she must be ****! Leave before I end you!” “I didn’t want to do this but Holmgang!” he laughed once more before snorting to his followers spoke, “Look leave before I butcher you!” “Scared is it?” he shook his head in disbelief before shrugging threw his arms up, “Fine, have it your way; there is no escaping this now, this will end one way or the other. Let me just grab my sword!” he finished laughing to his friends whilst leaning over to fetch his sword. During this time Zantano undid his cloak and threw it the side and standing up straight threw the pole to the floor in a thud, his glowing lines were brighter than before had drawing his Longsword laughed when Óðr turned around and gulped seeing his foe.

“What... how?” “Cockiness is always the most costly. You chose to accept my challenge and now we fight!” Óðr looked to his men who running in the first was met by a clean kill through his stomach before second lost his head; the third got a swing but being matched by a dodge Zantano grabbed his face digging his fingers into his eyes and mouth making him cry out in piercing shrieks when his eyes started to decay and tongue to rot. In one quick snap his body laid to the floor and seeing the other two glare at him tried to flee however two throwing knifes to their heads took care of them and Óðr now watching in horror tried to swing desperately at the giant of a man who simply stepped of the way before disarming him tripped him up and held his blade to Óðr’s throat, “She is free today no matter what” Zantano spat throwing the parchment to the floor and next to it an pot of ink, “What is this?” “My only offer. You don’t have to die providing you sign this. In it states you were grant her an divorce, you will stay away from her and never start anything against her including: rebellions, vicious rumours and general negativity to her and her reign. If she still wants you she can rip this up and all can be normal. The other option is a lot more entertaining... I think I’ll start with your toes and move my way up” he gulped and hurriedly signing it Zantano retrieved it before bidding Óðr goodbye paused for a second to clarify, “If she accepts this, I will kill you if you break the terms don’t forget it for your sake at least...”

The gods studied the map as per usual getting an update of what was going on where and the latest ideas of the protectors of the realm, “A straight on **** is ridiculous Thor. Who knows what she has waiting for us!” “But if we take the fight to her she won’t be expecting it...” Thor responded, “Which gives us only a small amount of time before we are overran!” Tyr pondered it before asking, “How about a step approach... we target one group and go from there, weaken her and move from there!” “Takes too much time and if one of us makes an move she starts Ragnarok...” Freyja responded studying the map more thoroughly asked, “How about we go and cut the head off of the snake... no Hela no chain of command” “None of us can kill what is already dead... she personifies ****” Loki reminded her as the debate continued. Insults began to be flung and then the blaming game begun and despite the best efforts of Odin to try and defuse it they all stopped when they heard the clunk of metallic boots hit the stone floor and echo as they began to watch the figure walk forward partially blood stained from his previous interaction, “Zantano you have returned!” Odin responded half shocked in Zantano’s haste, “Freyja it is done” “Already? But how?” he shrugged feeling for the document under his chest plate as he said, “I followed the scandalous rumours to its source, plus he was very open in his cockiness that you would fail again” she studied the blood unsure on if she wanted the answer, “Is he? You know.” “He is alive, I think he pissed himself but alive. Oh, the blood... that was his group of followers, I pretty sure Holmgang meant one on one combat, right?” she nodded to which Thor stated, “I can’t believe he actually had the balls to accept a challenge from you...” Zantano smirked before leaning over in a hunch and pulling his hood up spoke, “No but he would accept an challenge off an old man who looks like dead...” he smirked before handing the document to Freyja she smiled to read the document, “Divorce and these terms how...” “Well when you see your friends eyes and tongue decay in front of you would do anything to not repeat the fate. There’s a term to this however... you don’t have to accept it!” “What do you mean?” Odin queried studying the document, “It’s binding!” “Yes but it’s Freyja’s choice. She can return to him and rip the document, acting like nothing had happened or keep it and move on from him.” she smiled before smiling again despite trying to maintain her stern tone spoke, “Thank you, he was an ass but didn’t deserve ****!” “Oh he does... but minimise the less the less soldiers Hela has!” she nodded stretching almost like she was shaking off the invisible shackles where Zantano had now turned his attention to the map, “Now will you trust me Freyja? Like Odin does or judge me like the others?” “You helped Freyja doesn’t mean you are trustworthy, could be you just want to bed the old bird!” Thor spoke. Zantano drew his blade and hesitating at his throat slammed it into the map before saying calmly, “Treat your Queen with respect” he paused for a few seconds before stating, “Believe it or not, this is the best time to strike... You see, how I got here was originally doing a job for Hela to track down and kill this human Senua, Senua was raising hell in Helheim and Hela wanted it seen too. What is important about this news is not me coming here but the fact Senua has slain Sutr and Valravn. So currently Hela can’t use Sutr to burn the cities to the ground or Valravn in this war. What you have all said is right. We cut the head of the snake it will cause turmoil among the ranks but we must weaken her first. Hela works from a plan. The plan being the story that the South have known for millenniums and watch it play out step by step each time, you fall into your deaths like a buck taking it’s first steps. So, I have asked the South Isu of wisdom to transfer me a copy of the story; she is working on the fine details to the minute detail. If we can stop the deaths of you from happening then it breaks up her plan, perhaps makes Hela make a mistake or struggle to adapt” “We go on the offensive now!” Thor laughed bellowing in triumph which caused Odin to simply put his son down with, “Yeah with people and places, targets we can’t do anything without them...” Zantano nodded before stating, “Exactly, you will have to give the targets names and locations and I will have to slay them. The rest can deal with preparing for the bulk of the army” Tyr glared over to him not liking his last comment asked, “Why you?” “Do you know how this works? Me neither. I don’t want to have it where we are hunting one and your slayer comes for you. Me, I am both unkillable and secondly not included in the story so I’m the independent variable. Don’t worry I will bring an trophy back to prove the kill, but for now let’s wait!”