1.
At the Egyptian camp.
The Asgard warriors who sided
with Loki have returned to fight for their realm. There are about five hundred
of them riding in on their horses, armed with their swords and shields. But
there were some which was on wagons drawn by the horses. These wagons are
mounted with heavy machine guns that spew death at great distance. There are
about twelve of such wagons and have just annihilated the reserve infantries.
The horsemen rode into the camp armed themselves with grenades which they
dispensed off into the tents and parked chariots.
"Mow them down, warriors
of Asgard." It was Loki leading them dressed in the army camouflage
fatigues of green and brown. He himself was carrying a M14A1 and doing his best
to remove the Egyptian warriors. The warriors had not much time to trained on
the guns but they know what it can do. So they just hold it tight and point the
barrel.
The first few round fired by
the gunners ended up in the air or on the ground, but they soon had it aimed
well. There was one named Eric who asked his wagon driver to head for the
tents. He reckon they need to take down those division banners flapping in the
wind.
"This' Asgard. How can
they fly thir colors here?" He told that to Sigurd who nodded. The later
whipped the horses to pull harder and veered at the right moment for the gun to
bear on the colors. Eric grabbed hold of the barrel stock and pulled the
trigger. His first shots went wide but he soon got the hang of it.
"Och, we ought to keep
these at home. The wolves skins would lined pour walls soon enough." Eric
was moving the gun in a sweeping arc. Sigurd saw his friend having more than
him; pulled the rein and came to the rear.
"Sigurd, you are not
holding her." Eric was releasing control as he feeds in another ammo belt.
"Take your turns with those."
Sigurd looked at the round
objects. He remembered the training they showed. He took up one of it and
placed his finger at the pin.
"Eric, how long before
we throw?" Sigurd asked Eric while he pulled the pin out.
"Now, Sigurd!" Eric
face was pale to white on seeing Sigurd drop the pin but the later on hearing
the shout, threw it as high as he could. The grenade exploded only a short
distance but it was high while the two warriors had covered themselves behind
the wagon planks. The explosion however scared the horses which bolted towards
the Egyptian tents.
"Sigurd, hold the
horses" Eric shouted out while still managing the gun, but Sigurd was keen
to get into the fight. He grabbed more grenades and pulled the pin before
throwing them.
"Sigurd, you are one
sick Norse, but I liked you." Eric laughed out louder. They just gallop
past Lord Seth' tent and downed the two guards standing there.
"Loki?" Lord Seth
saw the wagon passing by. He was in two mind to continue the battle or retreat.
It was his lover, Nephthys who plea with him to leave.
"There would be another
war, my love." Nephthys pulled at her love so that he would leave back for
the other dimension. "You cannot die again."
Lord Seth looked to his love
and nodded. He called out for the general withdrawal and left with his love for
the gateway which he used to cross over. Marshall Beni Kitish refused to leave
as he was adamant to complete the war or die trying. He stepped onto a chariot
and asked the driver to ride it towards Loki. The chariot holding Marshall
Kitish rammed into Loki's horse. Both of them went down with the chariot
overturning at the crash.
Marshall Kitish was first to
get up and walked to the fallen horse which had trapped Loki beneath it. He saw
the trickster looking at him and smiled.
"I am here to send you
to the next world." Marshall Kitish raised up the sickle sword to slash
the trickster. Loki on seeing the raised sword, reached for the handgun tucked
at his shoulder holster. He pulled out the gun and shot the Marshall with the
full clip.
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