5th bolt - OPERATION MORDWAGEN

[richtighammer]

((Action, ALL OVER MAYFIELD BITCHES))

[There is a rumbling in the streets of Mayfield. It is audible over the sounds of gunfire and cries of battle, audible even over the moans of the growing hordes of undead - it is the thunder of the chariot of Thor, the sound before which men and giants have trembled since first the thunder god burst from the

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[gotyourbones]

[Oh, man, a zombie invasion is actually awesome. Medic is in the process of dismembering a zombie, after removing the legs of course, when he catches sight and sound of the oncoming horde. It's not his bonesaw, but dammit it's a saw anyway, and while he has a gun, well, a saw doesn't have to be reloaded, does it?

And of course Thor is at the head of this. It's exactly his style. He lets out a cackle and lifts his saw in salute after giving his zombie a last parting shot to the head.]

Horrido!

[richtighammer]

[Oh, hey! It's that guy who knows about good beer! Thor raises the hand on the reins in brief greeting, casually ending a zombie's existence with the hammer in his other hand at the same time.]

Medic! [It's possibly the first bellowing of that name across a battlefield by someone who has absolutely no need of a doctor.

Thor pulls up beside him and reins in the goats in a shower of sparks, pausing long enough to beckon Medic to the chariot.]

You might kill more with a better seat, my friend!

[gotyourbones]

[No. No it isn't. Do you even know how many times he's been pulled through enemy fire to take care of a scraped knee?

Too many times. People can be so whiny about injury. They are all damn lucky that he didn't just let them hop around trying to balance a flamethrower or proper FG42 simply to see what would happen.

But that part? Totally not important. What's important is cackling, vaulting into the chariot, and killing more zombies.

Hey, you know what else is important?]

...Vhen vill your mead be finished?

[richtighammer]

[Thor laughs, giving a zombie a might hit that practically takes its head clean off. Killing is always more fun with someone else to help!]

Why, if these monsters do not find their way into the cellar, we'll be toasting our victory at the end of the month, my friend!

[gotyourbones]

[well hello zombie what a nice HOLE IN YOUR TORSO you have there

Saw, never leave him. Well, at least until he gets his real bonesaw back.]

Ah, wunderbar! Zhat timing is perfect!

[richtighammer]

[Whoop hold on, rattling over a few corpses. Man this a well-designed chariot.]

Truly? I only wish it were sooner! Why's it perfect?

[gotyourbones]

[A CHARIOT FIT FOR A GOD?]

Ah, you vould not know, vould you? It is Oktoberfest time! Vhere I am from, at zhe end of zhis month ve all have a celebration. It is mostly drinking.

[richtighammer]

[WHAT ELSE?]

Ha! What better way to bring in a harvest? [OF CORPSES. Thor grins as Tanngnjóstr gores a zombie with its horns. Nice of the goats to lessen his workload.]

It would be a tragic thing indeed, to have to celebrate with nothing but Mayfield beer to wash down the feast!

[gotyourbones]

Ah, you agree! I vhill make zhe announcement later, zhen. For now--

[For now, that zombie got way too close. It takes a couple whacks, but he's able to decapitate it, closing with a parting shot to the severed head.]

Hah! Take your medicine!

[richtighammer]

A strange sword, friend Medic - would an axe not accomplish that better?

[Quicker deaths, in Thor's opinion, are always better, because then you can kill more things faster.]

[gotyourbones]

I like mein saw. It is a veapon zhat I use most often. Besides, zhe slower deaths lets vone observe zhe effects before zhe death.

[richtighammer]

And what use, when the enemy is already dead?

[gotyourbones]

Progress und science! Zhe human body is beautiful, especially in pieces.

[richtighammer]

[This statement might bother Thor more were he not in the process of smashing human bodies to pieces himself. He takes it in the context of the battle, though it certainly isn't how he would have phrased his thoughts about it, but to each his own.

...Anyway, the word "science" really doesn't mean anything to him.]

I call it a sad waste, this waste of men who might have been able warriors before this second death!