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.
"Unless you're sitting on a ninja posing as a piece of furniture, the act of parking your butt on a surface is not a complicated endeavor."