3rd bolt [backdated to Friday]

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Rd, around Mayfield))

Let it not be said that Thor, son of Odin, fears to drink the milk. Even were death permanent here, he would not fear to drink it, for what man of honor truly fears death

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Oooh! Punched!

[duck_duck_laser]

[This morning's surprise was spiders. Spiders. In the milk. Spiders that this new body was apparently allergic to. So there she was, in all her blonde and puffy-lipped glory, walking around town attempting to find the pharmacy. Surely someone there could recommend something to bring down the swelling.

She's on the alert for killdrones! But not for dudes punching things.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor comes charging down the street, taking no notice of sidewalks or passing cars, unless they are slow enough to punch in passing. No, there is a moving troll up ahead - or, anyway, that's what Thor sees, loping along ahead of him, with the audacity to think that it's safe on his turf.

At twenty yards, Thor lets loose a mighty bellow and breaks into a sprint. He's surprisingly fast for a guy made almost completely of muscle - and he doesn't look like he plans on slowing down.]

READY YOURSELF, MONSTER!

[duck_duck_laser]

[Thank goodness for that bellow! Otherwise she might have been caught off-guard by the charging wall-o-beef that was coming her way. Trained reflex kicks in and she glances over her shoulder long enough to see more or less what was coming at her... then she dives swiftly to the side, rolls, and lands neatly on her feet, making a gesture as if drawing a weapon.]

...crap!

[She's unarmed here, of course, how could she have forgotten that? Her mistake is costing her precious time where she could reposition herself or counter-attack!

...he's probably still coming at her and she's probably going to get hit.]

[richtighammer]

[Damn, but trolls are not supposed to be that quick. It's a clever one. Thor barely loses momentum as he rounds on the thing - which has conveniently stopped moving - and lands a punch right across its ugly, leering face.

He'll give it a moment to stand up. If it can.]