<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/nHeZWaE.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Magni Thorsson<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Marvels Building Upstate New York City<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tunic, white trousers, leather boots<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Torrent<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Magni looked towards the Danger Room as Torrent gestured to it. He proceeded towards it, but came up short when Torrent paused and went to a comms unit on the wall. The demigod stood patiently while she watched, and Magni turned his gaze to see what it was. His blue eyes took in the scene, and while it was easy to grasp that there was someone in distress who required assistance, Magni lacked the context to grasp the full gravity of the situation. Even with the context of Torrent's reaction denoting that it was serious Magni could not help but feel as though a single automaton was hardly sufficient cause to rouse the whole team, but he did not give voice to this thought. Because Torrent was taking it seriously Magni kept a lid on the impulse to suggest that the pair of them could handle it by themselves.<br/><br/><strong>"As thou deem best, Torrent. Rouse the team to action!"</strong>The demigod declared. He felt vindicated in remaining to hear what Torrent had to say - thus was Magni among the first to know that there was a battle to be fought and a foe to be laid low. The Sentinel did not look very impressive on the comm screen, and Magni was certainly not afraid of a single man-made construct. Would such a thing even be able to withstand a single blow from his mighty fist? Even though Magni doubted the fortitude of the mechanical menace, he was in a way rather pleased: it was a machine, and as such, he had no need to worry about holding back his godly strength. Against a living opponent, he would need to restrain himself so as not to slay any he contended with. Yet, his father had always held back from using the fullness of his divine strength. Magni realized he ought to as well, even if this opponent was one he might reasonably unleash it all upon without any stain upon his conscience.<br/><br/>Although perhaps the base was equipped with a quinjet or some other conveyance, Magni thought of his great steed, Gullfaxi (https://i.imgur.com/yVbSm38.jpg). The great steed stood some 24 hands tall, and his weight was considerable, as the horse boasted the super-dense musculature and bone of beings from Ásgarðr.<br/><br/><strong>"I shall meet thee at the Central Park."</strong>Magni said with barely restrained enthusiasm for the upcoming fight. It made him feel oh so very alive to be going into combat. There was a thrill to it that nothing he had so far encountered in his life could hold a candle to.<br/><br/>Magni departed from the training room and went quickly to where his horse was stabled. He approached the huge stallion and patted Gullfaxi's head with a huge hand.<strong>"'Tis the hour, Gold-Mane, when we ride the heart of battle."</strong>Magni said to the horse in a voice who softness belied his roused warlike nature. The horse snorted and stamped one uru-shod foot. Magni smiled and led his horse forth from the Marvels building. It was only outside that there was sufficient clearance for him to vault up onto Gullfaxi's back.<strong>"To the Central Park, Gullfaxi! Race with all thy swiftness!"</strong>The demigod urged, and in response to his command Gullfaxi neighed, reared, and then took off! The horse moved forward, coming quickly to a gallop that saw the horse ascend from the ground to race through the air. Only Sleipnir could run faster, and no mortal horse could match Gullfaxi for swiftness.