Ms Marvel groans weakily as she is rested on the floors next to Thor. She pulls herself together and stands up, rubbing her head and shaking the dust off of her.
[BLACKOUT]"You can not handle these creatures alone, Thor. Are you sure you don't want us to call any of the back-up Avengers?"[/BLACKOUT] Ms Marvel speaks weakily but her voice is still heard.
Thor heard Ms. Marvel's words but had no opportunity to reply as he had already fought his way through several meters of the troll army.
Already the trolls were massing around Thor from all sides, giving him their full attention and attacking him from all sides even as every swing of his mallet brought death crashing down upon them.
But while most of the trolls focused their attention on the hated thunderer, a handful, those not so overcome with blood lust to realize that Thor's allies could yet be of concern, turned their attention on the Avengers and brandished their weapons.
The heroes prepared to defend themselves and were shocked when the trolls suddenly came under fire from high caliber automatic weapons. The snarling beast men retreating slightly, shielding themselves from the stinging lead projectiles as the Avengers became aware of dozens of helicopters, jeeps, and trucks, rolling onto the scene from the East. The Army's response had arrived.
The suppressing fire that now served to buy the Avengers time was coming from the side gunner of a black hawk helicopter which kept up its fire even as it landed a few dozen yards from the Avengers just before its hatch opened to reveal the time worn and battle hardened features of General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross.
"Come on Avengers! Move it!" The General barked as he waved the Avengers over to the waiting chopper.
"We are in the process of evacuating the city and setting up a perimeter and we'll need you alive for when we retake this city!"
The Heroes hesitated then, looking over their shoulders, past the lines of heavy fire being laid down by the military, past the trolls even now storming through that fire towards them, to Thor who, surrounded by a massed ring of trolls, now stood on an ever growing pile of dead enemies.
It did not take a millitary genius to realize that extracting Thor was no longer an option at this point and the grating authoratitve voice of General Ross seems to hammer the point home beyond any doubt.
"We exit now or not all heroes!" he shouts as he ducks his head to avoid a spear thrown over his head which lodges itself in the side of a truck behind, easily penetrating the hardened steel.
****
ASGARD
Lord Tyr, God of War, stood on the wall and watched the mortal rabble below with disgust.
"Ungrateful Dogs." He muttered to himself
"Craven filthy swine."
He turned to look over his shoulder, to the open courtyard below and to his chosen warriors, his Berzerkers, who worked in silence, grimly sharpening blades and latching armor into place.
The Bane of Fenris then stepped off the high wall, falling some fifty feet, before landing lightly in the courtyard with his men.
"Brave warriors." He shouted to be heard over the din of gunfire from beyond the city walls, addressing the warriors who raised their eyes from their toils to give him their full attention.
"The time for idleness is at an end. Our city is under siege and our King is in need of our aid."
He glanced sideways, towards the North wall where he could just barely make out the Lord Balder and his own Olympian counterpart Ares.
Good he thought to himself
Now the Greek will see what it truly means to be a God of War.
With that Tyr leaps, bounding an incredible fifty feet into the air, and followed closely by his Berzekers so that they arrive on concourse of the wall mere seconds behind him, ready to follow him over the wall and into the mass of mortals beyond, but what they find instead is their captain stopped dead in his tracks, a slender but powerful hand held out before him ordering him to stop.
"Sif?" Tyr asked quizingly as he stared at the Lady
"What is the meaning of this Lady? Why do our bar our path?"
"I bid you stay your hand Lord Tyr." The Lady said, her voiced laced with a strength and an authority that indifcate that it is more of an order than a request.
"But.."
"The mortals below are no threat to us Tyr, and already the authorities who surround our city move to quell the agression against us. If you attack the mortals now you will have done nothing except proven them right."
"You would have me continue to sit back and do nothing?" Tyr asked in obvious frustration.
"Aye Lord Tyr, I would." Sif said firmly before turning to face the thousands strong crowd of mortals behind her.
"For now."
"And what of the Rock trolls and Giants who have attacked the mortal city of Chicago?" Tyr asked as he moved to stand beside her on the wall
"What of the King?"
Sif bit down on her lower lip and sadness filled her eyes, but she choked the emotions back and replied in a steady voice.
"Thor has other allies on Midgard. He will call if needs us."
"And if he does then woe to any being be they mortal or god, who try to stand in our way." Tyr declared prompting a grim nod from the Lady Sif.
"Woe indeed."
