I am iron and I forge myself
Her women are here, and her heart sings its battle song. Prague tells her that the Jungle is safe, and to come to the Chamber, so she trusts her, blindly, and perhaps that will be her downfall. There is no time to dwell on that. Lagertha and Mast were on Vanquish’s heels, flying as fast as they could by foot to join the chaos that was brewing in the Chamber. At some point she loses Mast, though whether she pulls away from him, or he from her, she doesn’t know. Only that the air is thick with smoke, and her lungs are pumping to make her body work. She shed her armor for the run here, but as soon as she can make out the flames, she dons it again, plating herself in half an inch thick metal that links together in some sort of ancient battle armor. It clinks a little with every movement of her body, as she dashes forward.
For now, the Iron Queen keeps the spikes hidden and her poison contained, following a recently doused path through the fire that raises her hackles. It would be the perfect place for a trap. And yet none come. Perhaps the fire is enough of an equalizing agent that the Chamberlings plans (whatever they were) could not be realized. A familiar electricity is in the air - ohhhh she knows that feeling, and she cannot help the grin that spreads across her face. Lyris is here! And oh fuck - Lagertha catches sight of Rhy’s adopted daughter, Draconis, and the grin quickly turns into a frown. She breathes a bit of flame here and there, but otherwise seems lost. Ugh, this is what she was trying to avoid, and why she had wanted Anguisette to prove herself before going into battle. Not that it matters any more…
“Draconis!” She calls out to the girl, drawing up alongside her. “Stay with me. But be careful of my spikes. They’ll be poisonous soon. Fire at anyone who isn't on our side.” That’s all the time she has for a warning, because she first spots a pony barreling at full speed towards Vanquish. Well, first come, first serve. She weaves in and out of the smoldering landscape, dodging trees that seem to sprout up out of nowhere. It might be to her advantage to fight in a close-knit area, given that her own home is like this. It might not. You never know.
Either way, Lagertha sprouts spikes from all outer areas of her armor and activates her poison secretion - it wouldn’t take too much to cause severe illness and death - and launches herself towards the smaller mare, attempting to physically bowl her over before she can sink her teeth into Van's wings.
For now, the Iron Queen keeps the spikes hidden and her poison contained, following a recently doused path through the fire that raises her hackles. It would be the perfect place for a trap. And yet none come. Perhaps the fire is enough of an equalizing agent that the Chamberlings plans (whatever they were) could not be realized. A familiar electricity is in the air - ohhhh she knows that feeling, and she cannot help the grin that spreads across her face. Lyris is here! And oh fuck - Lagertha catches sight of Rhy’s adopted daughter, Draconis, and the grin quickly turns into a frown. She breathes a bit of flame here and there, but otherwise seems lost. Ugh, this is what she was trying to avoid, and why she had wanted Anguisette to prove herself before going into battle. Not that it matters any more…
“Draconis!” She calls out to the girl, drawing up alongside her. “Stay with me. But be careful of my spikes. They’ll be poisonous soon. Fire at anyone who isn't on our side.” That’s all the time she has for a warning, because she first spots a pony barreling at full speed towards Vanquish. Well, first come, first serve. She weaves in and out of the smoldering landscape, dodging trees that seem to sprout up out of nowhere. It might be to her advantage to fight in a close-knit area, given that her own home is like this. It might not. You never know.
Either way, Lagertha sprouts spikes from all outer areas of her armor and activates her poison secretion - it wouldn’t take too much to cause severe illness and death - and launches herself towards the smaller mare, attempting to physically bowl her over before she can sink her teeth into Van's wings.
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons
Lagertha tells Draconis to stick by her and sprouts her spiky (tree frog poison, very deadly!) poisonous armor, and attacks Starlace.