<div class="floatleft">(http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z302/redwillowwitch/lady_sif_dark_world_by_bucfan98-d6s6afs_zpsee9006b0.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Lady Sif<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> United Nations<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 1404<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sue Storm/Anyone<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>  Armor <br/><br/>Sif had been charging down the street, her hand wrapped tightly around the mace, the other had fumbled for a moment, but eventually she had tugged the sword belt around her waist. A muttered curse escaped her lips, thinking of the horrible potential that her own weapon had in the hands of these things. A thing to be wary of, certainly, and once the battle lines drawn she would return and seek out her weapon. A strange thing, though she had held Hogun's mace in the past, it was unfamiliar compared to her own weapon, a thing like her own arm. <br/><br/>She had helped who and what she could, which was little. The screaming women and children made her heart ache within her breast, yearning to help, though the warrior in her knew she must seek out who could help. The mortal warriors had courage to be sure, but their weapons were ineffective, an annoyance at best. There were others who she must rally too, lest all be lost. Her feet pounded on the pavement, running almost blindly, until a large explosion drew her near. She was not far, and arrived just in time to see a white clad figure lying prone, one of the mechanical things moving near to her. Moving without pause, she ran over the hood of a nearby car and leaped into the air, the point of her shield extended out, driving it deep into the creature's skull, feeling a satisfying jolt run up the length of her arm from the impact. <br/><br/>Crouching low, eyes darting around to see if they've attracted more of the creature's attention, she turns, satisfied they're safe for the moment before approaching the blond. The Richards woman, she pulls form some dark corner of her brain. Thor had spoken of her more then once, oft in praise, oft in less polite terms when he had a few casks of ale within him. The woman seemed distraught and..what did the mortals call it...shell shocked. That was the phrase. Moving forward, she walked in a circle, bringing herself into the woman's field of vision. "I know of you...Richards yes? Mayhap you know of the Lady Sif. These..creatures spread across your land like a disease..a pox. We cannot tarry here, or risk sacrifices all being for naught. You know this world better then I, where we must go...you must think or perish now..."<br/><br/></span>