<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 128, 114)">Cera/Comet</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Watched Zatara slowly figuring out what he was telling her, they had both been hit pretty hard and Zatanna most likely had a concussion if not something more. While he had simply lost his voice but due to the strange things above his head he might have one too. Shaking her head she cracked a weak smile </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 128, 114)">"Humans are strange things" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She smiled and then stood back up and slowly made her way over to Zatanna </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 128, 114)">"I am going to carry you to the others now because I believe you need the medical attention. But I will be the careful as the mouse yes." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She gave her another smile oh she was nailing these idioms and carefully picked Zatanna up before making her way to Zatara and doing the same. Holding both of them close she pushed up into the air and then flew back to the rest of the squad once more she carefully landed and set them down next to the other injured members. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 128, 114)">"They are the concussed I believe." </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 128, 0)">Echo/Fang</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Lay back and closed her eyes with a hiss this bruise was going to hurt, but for now, she was out of commission so there wasn't too much more she could do. While her body may be strong it was about as fast as a normal human maybe a little faster but not by much. So the bruise was going to take a bit to heal and at the moment she was exhausted, granted she hadn't done much. But when you absorb the speed of a full-tilt speedster it tended to take a lot out of you.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 112, 219)">Atalanta</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Groaned and rolled her eyes as the doctor called out to her </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 112, 219)">"Yea yea I've been in my fair share of mix-ups."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> She wasn't really trying to be mean to the doc but she was pissed at herself, in pain, and feeling mighty low thanks to her doing so much damage to the other girl. After a few minutes and cringing every time the doctor called out some other problem she looked up to find her dashing towards her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 112, 219)">"What I'm fine help them and leave me be." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She huffed and crossed her arms not willing to talk for the moment until she glanced up and found she wasn't leaving her alone anytime soon. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 112, 219)">"Fine, Atalanta, Idiot, here, 2020, Luther, and five. Now go help those other girls I can handle myself this ain't the first concussion I've had and it sure as hell won't be the last." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She once more waved her off wanting to sulk and be miserable at the moment not answer ninety million questions</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(135, 206, 250)">Freya/Perma</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Smile grew even wider at the sight of that star bolt growing in intensity not to mention the other hero stepping forward and attempting to provide some cover. Something clicked in her mind that this was the one from earlier who had already challenged her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(135, 206, 250)">"Tveir stríðsmenn standa fyrir mér. Ó máttugur Þór skal vera stoltur þegar ég sendi þig til Hel." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She let fly one of her axes before kicking it into high gear to charge them down. Only her ax glanced off a solid chunk of ice and then she was spinning out of the way of another one. Suddenly she was in the middle of a raging storm and it wasn't one she had created. Screaming in frustration she sliced her remaaining ax through the air as that gibberish echoed through the storm. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(135, 206, 250)">"Svo Hel hefur komið fyrir mig. Þú gast ekki barist við mig sjálfur Loki svo þú sendir þér dóttur. Fínt að láta hana koma." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She took a moment to let the flow of the battle overwhelm her and soon enough she discovered the rhythm of the storm when she did she was able to make her way through it. Using her own powers she ignored the chill and countered anything that Elsa cast until she finally spotted them through the icy grit. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(135, 206, 250)">"Þar eruð þú dauðlegir. Tími þinn er nálægt." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Once more she let out her battle cry and charged forward aiming for the one with the shining hand. The witch she would deal with after.</span><br/><br/><br/>Icelandic phrases in order<br/>Two warriors stand before me. Oh mighty Thor shall be proud when I send you to Hel.<br/>So Hel has come for me. You could not fight me yourself Loki so you sent your daughter. Fine, let her come.<br/>There you are mortals. Your time is nigh.