Milo, sucked in a breath as the cabin door creaked open. The Loki child reluctant peeked out of the cabin to address him<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Yeah, I'm Vern. I'll b-,"</span><br/><br/>the pounding of ironclad footsteps and the warcries of countless people drowned out anything Vern might have said. Milo turned his head toward the sound before turning back toward Vern. He opened his mouth to say something, but Vern had already gone into action. He felt his balance shift before shuffling awkwardly forward into the room. Milo listened carefully, not only to Vern's scrambling but to the harsh sounds of the invaders. They didn't sound like adults or beasts, but they had powers.<span style="font-style: italic">Another Camp? Why would kids be attacking us?</span>He frowned as thoughts entered his head; none of them were good.<br/><br/>He prepared himself to leave the cabin when Vern tightly gripped his hand and charged out of the cabin. Milo should've been focused on the task at hand but his mind was racing. He probably would've managed to move more quickly on his own but he was too shocked to do anything but go along. After a chaotic series of twists and turns, the two of them managed to reach the Mess hall. Vern burst open the front door and hurried towards the Odins, finally letting his hand go.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Guys, hurry up, a group of them is coming this way, we need to get out of here now. We can't get cornered in here, let's go!" he shouted. <br/>"We need to group up with others if we can, we stand the best chances that way!"</span><br/><br/>Milo slipped his pack from his shoulder and rummaged around for a set of knives. He lifted a small dark brown satchel from his pack,  "I think you'll make better use of these than I could," he said as he walked toward the Odin table. It was the best way he could say thank you at the moment. Without another word he placed the bag on the table and turned toward the open doors.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">I need to get some things... if only it were darker out. </span><br/><br/>He bolted out of the doors and headed straight for the blacksmith. The dwarves were only ever awake later in the day but they always left some spare weapons out in front. Milo skidded to a stop in front of the building and audibly groaned; the weapons were all too heavy save for a single war axe planted into the grass by its blade. He quickly swiped the weapon and circled around the outskirts of the forest. The archers arranged themselves in tight rows and stopped advancing in order to avoid direct combat, but they hadn't accounted for an attack from the side. Milo charged full speed at the back line. Before they had time to figure what was happening, a powerful kick sent half the back line tumbling down. He spun hard in mid air and pushed off the back of the archer at his right, launching himself into a forward roll towards the tree line. A stream of arrows had narrowly missed their mark.<br/><br/>The forest was large but not incredibly dense. "Front rows one through three, hold position" A feminine voice barked harshly " The rest of you, follow me,"<br/><br/>Milo had already managed to perch in a tree, waiting for his moment. Clanking. Pants. Rustling. It grew louder before slowly dying down as they traveled further into the woods. Singular footsteps and a heartbeat made its way toward him. He could feel the rasp in their breathing: she wasn't used to shouting like that was she?<br/><br/>Another step. Tensing as she looked all about. She was nervous. She took a deep breath in. She was about to call for a regroup. She stepped on a branch.<br/><br/>In an instant, Milo dropped down, weapon overhead, he swung down into her head. The thunk of metal against metal reverberated among the trees. Milo retrieved the bow from her loose grip and snapped it over his knee.<span style="font-style: italic">She's lucky this axe was dull.</span>. The sounds of rustling and panting were on all sides. Under normal circumstances, Milo might retreat for fear of being overwhelmed, but they were in his arena now.