<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/85/Marco2.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>     <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Ragnar Lodbrok</span><br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Myth</span><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Resistance</span><br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">London</span><br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Open</span><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Ragnar growls as his eyes open...Finding himself high above the city he starts his internal round of cursing. Next time he sees Wade he will really pop him in the mouth if not just shoot him. It's not like he'd die from the head wound would he? Falling through the air his blond hair streams out behind him as Myth lets out a sigh... At least he still has the armor even if he forgot to bring the extra ones with him. It would be a ready disguise since he didn't know if Mary had reported that Ragnar had changed to the other side. Plus he could tap into their comms if need be and find out where everyone is. The armor responds to his mental call wrapping around him and as the helmet snaps shut and systems boot up Myth is already twisting himself for any maneuvers.<br/><br/>It comes as a second nature to him since fighting was all the blond Norseman knew these days. Sure love had crept in there for a while, but now she was gone and he was on his own. His jump jets fire slowing his decent and allowing for a safer landing on a roof top. Myth takes a second to get rid of the tracking device that the armor has to keep any of Apocalypses forces off of his trail. Going from rooftop to rooftop Ragnar can't help but frown... The HUD map showed him to be in London... Well New York would have been a stretch now wouldn't it? He does know though that he can't keep going in the armor as he is though. He'd either run into a patrol wanting to know why he didn't have a squad with him, or worse a resistance member that would shoot first and ask questions later.<br/><br/>In mid leap the armor and his clothing vanish as Myth shifts into the familiar figure those he fought against would know. The Thunderbird wings it's way along the river as Ragnar searches for a bookstore. He needed some other forms and only certain books had the knowledge he could use. The wind behind him crackles lightly with suppressed power as the bird lets out a low scream. It was nowhere close to the intensity of the sonic scream he let out in the jungle, but it should draw out any hidden enemies. The want for a new fight wets his appetite as lightning starts to stream behind the bird...