The scent of blood and sulfur in the air, hanging heavily. Víðarr moves fluidly, maintaining his balance on the icy ground. Everything is shaking and trembling beneath his feet, the true size and scale of the worm breathtaking. It's swatting, trying to swing, and manages to connect with Medusa. Víðarr flinches on her behalf, though there are far bigger concerns at the moment.
As a brightly colored boy calls the play, Víðarr goes rigid. Stiff, quiet. His plan seems... actually, solid enough. The viking would take it upon himself to buy some space, further disorient the worm. He's no good at stealth, as it stands. Kicking up dirt and dust as he moves, adding an echo while moving in the same direction. Though he doesn't add quite as much noise, he's hoping to buy some space for Scald to work. Teamwork, or some shit. Something like that.
This character is unstable. Blanket TW for mental health themes applies to all posts.
Víðarr has two Karelian bear dogs and a white morph tawny owl. Assume they're within calling distance unless otherwise stated.
Víðarr speaks with a dense Swedish accent.
Cooperative
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