Re: The Guardians of Asgaard!!!
"Sweet freedom... I don't suppose you can conjure bow and arrows?" she asks of Valgard, appropriating the dagger from him long enough to pull the spear out of the corpse of their liberator. It's a job she doesn't seem too aghast at performing, as she grips its bloodied half with the determination shared by her comrades. She'll be dead before she gets stuffed back into a chain shirt and servitude.
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"We understand that it's tough to tell someone you love them, but for the love of Robot Buddha, you are right now being chased by killer machines that are actively mutating hobos in their war to destroy you while the telephone of live-saving escape is screaming urgently into your face. A better (nay, perfect) time for this stumbling exchange would be after you've answered the phone and are back on your robot-free spaceship."
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