[On cue, Cisco's new friends are growling behind her as they close in again. She stands up, cold air rolling off of her hands in waves. There's a few murmurs among the vikings that seemed to translate into something like "hrímþursar" as they seem to try to reassert their ground.]
Not a problem.
[she holds up a hand, curling it into a fist as ice forms around her forearm and extends into a sword. She only raises it before the Vikings seem to scatter and head as far away from them as possible.]
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Not a problem.
[she holds up a hand, curling it into a fist as ice forms around her forearm and extends into a sword. She only raises it before the Vikings seem to scatter and head as far away from them as possible.]