Her armor gleamed.
Her warhammer rested in her grip like it had been born there, sizzling with thunderous energy. The battlefield seemed to dim around her for a beat, as though she was a goddess, but a presence like hers simply demanded every soul watching —near and far — to pay attention.
Gasps of shock and intrigue rippled through the stadium stands, followed by a wave of frantic murmurs from the competitors across the valley. To see Thor Stormchild standing here, fully manifested as a tangible asset, left everyone with a chill.
Up on the high spectator table, Headmistress Danistasia narrowed her cold eyes a fraction, watching the Heroine of Thunder.
Thor slowly pivoted and her gaze landed squarely on Lancet.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You moronic master!" she barked.
Lancet's entire face broke into a grin. "Thor!" He spread his arms a little, genuinely delighted to see her. "Looking radiant and powerful as always."
