[Most of her time in the Shadowlands is an adrenaline-clouded blur, Óðinn telling her all the ways she wasn't worthy of feasting in his hall, the way she was doomed to freeze in Niflheimr—
But then he's charging her, and her Sight opens up: she's able to quickly plant her feet firmly enough to avoid getting flipped over, but he still hits her hard, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Choking, not at her full strength, she grapples his arms and pushes back like they're a pair of Rock Em Sock Em Robots.]
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[Most of her time in the Shadowlands is an adrenaline-clouded blur, Óðinn telling her all the ways she wasn't worthy of feasting in his hall, the way she was doomed to freeze in Niflheimr—
But then he's charging her, and her Sight opens up: she's able to quickly plant her feet firmly enough to avoid getting flipped over, but he still hits her hard, knocking the wind out of her lungs. Choking, not at her full strength, she grapples his arms and pushes back like they're a pair of Rock Em Sock Em Robots.]