Grimmfall: Ragnarok

I do not own Grimmfall or any other franchises or Fanfiction stories that are mentioned in this.

I do however own Carlos Hunter, who is a character of my own making. If anybody wishes to contest this by saying he is the property of Lord Maximus then I invite you to ask him yourself so he can set the record straight.

Once there was a team of four Huntsmen considered to be among the most dangerous in the world. They are a team no longer, scattered on the winds like specs of ash by broken trust and bonds.

Xxx

"What does it mean to reconcile?" Tom asked. "In the words of Nelson Mandela, reconciliation means working together to correct the legacy of past injustice. Wise words." He nodded. "It's something that can't be forced upon you. Only you can work towards it, but sometimes it takes more than just you to reach it. The longer you try to put it off, the longer you allow that injustice to thrive. So by this logic, the first step towards reconciliation…"

He activated the central view screen and leaned back in his chair to relax. "Is finding the one you seek to reconcile with."

Xxx

Chapter Two: Going Nowhere

Grimmfall, City Hall, Ten minutes later

"You'd better not be gone for three whole months this time, Mister!" Melissa Hunter chastised, glaring at Carlos through the screen of his tablet. "I mean it, or you're on the couch for a year!"

"I'll miss you too, hun." Carlos murmured, smiling lazily with half lidded eyes as he settled into the cockpit of the Eagle-class jump ship. "It should only be a few days at worst, less if Roberto still hasn't had first contact with a barber."

"And make sure Kurt gets this from Sarah: if he ends up in Federal prison, she's selling his prized collection of sun glasses!"

"Yikes." Carlos stifled his laughter, picturing how his erstwhile teammate would take that. "You know it's serious if she's touching the shades."

The face of Charles 'Charlie' Hunter, the youngest in the family, poked into the transmission's frame from Melissa's right-hand side. "Kick Grimm butt, dad!" He cheered, joined by his brother Robert on the left and their sister Ellie…who had apparently gotten hold of her grappling hook given Melissa's annoyed glance and the fact that the oldest Hunter child was hanging upside-down.

"Don't encourage this!" Melissa snapped, her demand going unheeded as the three waved to him. "Carlos, I mean it: you come back soon and…and you come back in one piece." She tried to prevent it, but the rage leaked out of her voice and turned her command into a plea. "Please."

"Hey, hey, hey now…Mel…" Carlos held the tablet up so that his face was illuminated by the sunlight filtering in through the cockpit canopy and flashed a toothy grin. "I promise you…that if anything happens to me the thousand techno bet I put in the dead pool over at the club will keep you nice and comfy for a long time."

"Ugh, typical!" Melissa swung her hands up and stormed out of the image.

"Charlie: art practice, once every night for thirty minutes." Carlos turned his attention to his children. "You wanted into the art club, so you need to put the time in. Keep working on those sketches no matter what you get wrong and you'll start getting spacing and proportions down. We all gotta start somewhere kiddo, so don't quit just because it doesn't come easy."

"Alright dad." Charlie pouted, fuming over the multiple cases of having to submit stick figure art compared to the things some of his classmates would put out.

"When I get back you can try drawing me snoozing on the couch again." Carlos promised "Rob, if I find out you tried hiring a bikini model to pose for Charlie…again…it likely means your mom already knows, making any threat I could think of about as useful as an aquaphobe in a Leviathan raid. So…just don't do it again, alright pal?"

"No promises, pops." Robert grinned mischievously. "Buuuuut there's now…less of a chance of that happening again now that I think about it."

"Taking your word for that, you little monster." Carlos snorted in amusement. "Ellie?"

"I already encrypted the numbers on every bikini model agency in town for the house phone, all the tablets and the super secret not-so-hidden man cave's hotline." She nodded. "Working my way up to block the other categories of models now. "

"Loving the foresight, sweetie." Carlos blew a kiss at the screen and ignored the chorus of disgust and embellished claims of viral infection stemming from a strain of cooties that followed. "Don't any of you drive your mom or your baby sitters too nuts before I get back."

"You're already doing a great job of that!" Melissa reappeared, shooing the kids out of view and then out of the room before she sat down in front of the camera again. "Look, just promise me that you won't fight with Kurt when you see him. You guys always fight unless Sarah and I or the kids are in the room."

"Roberto will be there." Carlos assured her. "He kept us apart before, he'll do it again if…" He clenched his teeth into a forced smile. "If Kurt and I can't find common ground."

"That's really the best I'm getting out of you, I know it." Melissa shook her head. "I meant what I said before though: come back to us or I'll march out to Nowhere myself, sew you back together and drag you back here. I don't care if you'd look like Frankenstein afterwards!"

"Frankenstein's monster." Carlos corrected.

"Don't correct me when I'm ranting threats at you, Mister!" Melissa jabbed a finger towards the camera.

"Is now a bad time to remind you how cute you look when you're worried?" Carlos asked, fondly recalling the thousand other calls they'd had with similar lines of discussion.

"Oh you…" Melissa chuckled and rubbed her eyes. "I'm more worried that you'll be the death of me long before yourself."

"I'll see you in a few days, hun." Carlos blew another kiss, only this time it was met with Melissa turning her head to one side to 'catch' it on one cheek. "Also, I think the kids are going to be playing Cootie Quarantine again based on all the background noise. You might want to get going."

"Oh Glob, you're right!" Melissa shot to her feet. "Gotta go, bye! Charles Hunter, you keep your hands off of that hose young ma-" The transmission was ended before Carlos could see how effective this warning turned out to be.

"Ah…" Carlos propped his feet up on the console. "Fight the good fight, hun." He mused as the Eagle's vertical thrusters fired, pushing the craft upwards. "And may Glob protect you from those gremlins we love so much."

Xxx

Nowhere, SMP Mobile Aerial Command Centre, altitude approximately twenty thousand feet

Private Peter 'Public' Shepherd stared at the three-dimensional topographical layout of the surrounding arid terrain. Drones deployed a hundred-strong were scattered into the valleys and plains under the guise of a training exercise, transmitting and updating information on everything they saw while a commandeered geological survey satellite in orbit added its own powerful sensors to the search effort. This area, barely ten miles in diameter, was the closest that he had been able to narrow down in the search for the now ex-communicado members of Team RGCK. Millions of dollars in military funds had been put into this manhunt and every minute that passed without results was another that his superior would have to justify to a panel of increasingly irate overseers.

"How does someone that hairy manage to disappear without a trace?" Several meters behind Private Public, a figure clad in modified military grade body armour complete with a sealed gasmask and helmet spun a serrated combat knife between his gloved fingers as he leaned against a waist-high rail. "Guy leaves a trail a toddler could follow and suddenly becomes a master of evasion. Are we even sure he's still here?"

"Oh they're here alright." Peter nodded. "I might not be able to pin down the exact spot but they're still in this sector and they're not moving far enough to indicate that they're anywhere near the perimeter."

"In the words of many a wise man." The armoured man slid the knife into a thigh mounted scabbard and stood upright. "You want to find something? Use your own two eyes, because so far you've been less useful than I'm comfortable with, Private."

"Hey now, without my semblance you wouldn't even be within a mile of the targets!" Private Public protested, turning to face Robert 'Big Bob' Pataki. "And if memory serves, they still slipped past you four times before now. And if you're going to resort to pointing fingers when the General calls in I'll tell you right now: he won't care who is more at fault between us, because in his eyes we'll both have failed just as badly."

"The only difference being that unlike you, I don't lick Specific's boots so much that my ex-wife could nail them to a wall and use them to apply her makeup." Big Bob scoffed. "And I left threats of being a tattletale back in pre-school."

"Boys, really now," the flapping of wings came from overhead before an albino mobian with bat wings landed between them, "if you two finally just made out and got it over with you'd probably be able to put all this time and effort spent arguing into working together on finding Malcolm and Lupine."

Bob's hands balled into fists so tightly that the fabric of his gloves groaned with strain. "I'm not in the mood for your cheek, you rat-with-wings."

"Aw, and here I was about to share a tasty new scoop with you." Rouge the Bat winked, waving a tablet in one hand. "Fresh from my contacts in Grimfall."

This piqued Private Public's interest. "Did Sebben dispatch Hunter?" He asked urgently, holding out one hand for the tablet but making no move to take it. This was one way of earning a couple brownie points from Rouge, who obliged this courtesy by handing it to him so he could scan the contents. "Just like the General suspected. The Infernal Huntsman is on an Eagle jump ship and en route to our coordinates, ETA: thirty minutes."

Big Bob chuckled. "The Infernal, you say? Well, this just cured my boredom." He pulled out his own tablet and dialled a number. "But lets change the playing field a little before he gets here."

"What are you planning?" Private Public asked, wary of the former beeper salesman.

"Oh, nothing too big." Big Bob sent a message and pocketed the tablet. "Between the three members of Team Ragnarok still breathing today, we now know the exact route of one of them. The other two have gone to ground and with how things are looking they'll slip past us all over again. So either we find them first…or give them a reason to come out."

He picked up a collapsible compound bow and extended it out to its full size. "Can anybody say 'bait'?" He asked, smirking beneath his mask as he left the bridge.

Xxx

Eagle-class jump ship GFE-92, enroute to the Town of Nowhere

(Heat of the Moment by Asia)

"It was the heat of the moment!" Carlos sang, one foot shifting back and forth in tune with the music from his tablet. "Telling me what your heart meant!" He pressed a fist over his heart and held the other one up. "The heeeeat of the moment shone in your eyes!"

The arid plains of Nowhere passed beneath him, stretching out across the horizon to be broken by the occasional jutting cluster of hills and cliffs. The sky was clear, save for a few puffs of white cloud, and the external temperature read at…let's just say Carlos was very glad that he'd never needed sunscreen like most others.

"It was the-"

Beep-beep!

Carlos tapped his tablet once to stop the music and brought his feet down off of the controls. "Re-engage manual interface." He commanded and took hold of the control stock. "Bring up sensor readout."

The Eagle's RADAR screen indicated two unregistered objects appearing just at the edge of sensor range. Carlos' hand barely touched his headset before they both winked out of view while their vector indicated they were on an intercept course.

Category: Stealth. A means of disguising an air craft from RADAR based detection. Carlos rubbed his chin. My money's on…what is stealth paint that dissipates radio waves before they can bounce back? No, no…then they'd never have shown up at all. Rather…what is a hard-light/gravity dust field?

RADAR relied on sending out radio waves and reading them as they were bounced back, but as technology advanced even further someone had found an application for both Hard-Light and Gravity Dust, creating a field around an aircraft with the former and projecting a gravity bending influence with the latter. Radio waves would pass around it, same with LADAR, and thermal seekers would be thrown off at too great a range thanks to the presence of Ice Dust Heat Sinks.

Full Spectrum Dust Cloak, or the FSDC System, compliments of Sanban Industries, more specifically Genki Sanban who oversaw the project. It was only applicable for craft below a certain size, otherwise it would create a massive gap in any sensor network large enough to drive a fleet of aircraft through…and paint with hundreds of missiles and bullets.

But for a couple fighter craft? It would work perfectly.

"Tablet: make note." Carlos adjusted his crash harness and took the auto-pilot off line. "If I survive this, talk to Genki about someone stealing her tech. End note. Make addendum: if I don't survive this, haunt Genki from beyond the grave."

Based on their velocity before they vanished he had seconds at best. The one advantage he'd have was that FSD Cloaks made it impossible to engage in combat while raised, at least while the technology was in a state of infancy. The combination of Gravity and Hard-Light Dust interfered with computer targeting and made it more likely that a missile would detonate against the inside of the field unless his new admirers somehow got ahead of Genki on refining it.

As he veered off to the left one of the contacts reappeared on RADAR and a target-lock alert flashed. Carlos pounded the Chaff button on the stock and watched as the target locks vanished before two Dust missiles erupted in mid air behind him.

"Eagle-Niner-Two to Grimmfall Air Control, come in!" Carlos checked the jump ship's armaments. "Have been fired upon by unknown craft, two bogeys using FSD Cloaks! Requesting assistance five flipping minutes ago!"

He was met only with static.

"Grimmfall Air Control, come in!" He cursed under his breath and slapped a hand against the headset. "Piece of junk!"

Somewhat unfair both to the gear and the designer. His assailants, now both visible, could easily be jamming him or be using a nearby relay to get the job done. The Eagle was not equipped with electronic countermeasures sufficient to break through and contact Grimmfall with how far out he was from the city now.

He was on his own.

Okay Carlos, you've got two auto-cannons, nineteen more Chaff Canisters and…nothing heavier. Stupid armament limits.

One of the two bogeys pulled up recklessly close on his right flank. Jet black and the ideal size he'd imagined it to be. From here he could see that it was decorated with colourful flowers…and a set of perfect pearly teeth bared into a grin along the front, below the cockpit canopy. Its counterpart pulled up on his far side, demonstrating similar décor save for the teeth being more sharpened and feral.

"Great." Carlos drawled.

He received a hail over his headset. "Let's see what the party guests want to say." He tapped the 'speak' button. "This is Eagle-Niner-Two, go right ahead."

"You have a choice, Mr Hunter: land or crash." A woman said."Cooperate and we won't have to shoot you out of the air."

"Alright," Carlos nodded, "Holding course."

"That's good-wait what did he just say?"

"He said he'd hold course." The second pilot, a girl much younger than the first, snapped. "Hey, moron! Land. Or. We. Will. Shoot. YOU!"

"Still holding." Carlos checked the terrain below. "Course remains steady."

"Can he hear us? He can hear us, right?" The first pilot asked incredulously.

"He's messing with us." The second pilot growled. "I say we just blast him."

"Holding niiiiice-" Carlos pushed the Eagle into a steep dive. "Later, ladies!"

"Son of a- open fire!"

Both jets dove after him and fired as Carlos dove into a narrow canyon, weaving his way through the confines of the adjacent cliff faces while one of the jets followed, acquiring a fresh target lock. He fired off the auto cannons and tore away sections of rock face ahead, dropping fragments as small as a grain of sand or as large as Carlos himself and ducking under the debris rain, using it as cover and breaking the target lock.

"Just a quick jaunt out to Nowhere, they said." Carlos said through clenched teeth as he scraped through a particularly narrow space. "All to help out my old buddy Kurt, I said."

He came open the end of the labyrinth and saw the wide open plains beyond. With his options limited his best hope would be to double back to GrimmFalll for help…or bring this fight to the ground.

"Oh Kurt." Carlos hit the auto pilot. "You are gonna owe me big for this."

He grabbed Warhawk and raced to the aft compartment where he lowered the loading ramp. The jet bearing the feral grin was closing in, auto cannons ripping away small pieces from the Eagle.

"Almost got him- wait what's he doing?"

"Giving you a front row seat, kiddo." Carlos tore the headset off and tossed it aside as he leapt clear of the ramp.

"HOLY-"

Carlos turned into a cloud of ash flakes that the jet passed through, then he reformed and sank Warhawk into one of its wings, igniting the Fire Dust in the blade and cutting through the outer hull like butter. He ripped the sword up and out to cut through one of the stabilizers before gravity took hold. The jet lost altitude as it flew clear of the canyon and crashed moments after the pilot ejected.

As the ground race up to meet him Carlos engaged his semblance and arrested his own momentum, touching down as gently as a flake of snow before he reformed in a kneeling position. He stood up and extinguished Warhawk's blade as he watched the remaining fighter jet pull a sharp maneuver to come about and dip down towards the mouth of the canyon. It cut its acceleration and switched to a vertical-thrust system as it neared where the younger pilot touched down.

"Guess I'd better go introduce myself in person." Carlos slid Warhawk into its scabbard and took off, launching himself through the air and using his Semblance to travel from one point to another, cutting down the time it took for him to cross the distance.

Xxx

"Helga!" The older pilot helped to untangle her sister from the parachute. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Helga Pataki snapped, slapping away an offered hand. "Where is that guy?! He ruined my jet and I'm gonna clobber him for that!"

"We should signal the others first." Olga insisted, a firm hand keeping her younger sibling from running off. "We have him on the ground, his ship is long gone and probably on its way home. If we get the rest of the team here we can surround him and take him more easily."

"And listen to dad give one of his stupid lectures about doing it ourselves?!" Helga shrugged her sister's hand off her shoulder. "Nuts to that, we already outnumber him. Let's just get him ourselves and skip the lecture!"

A whistle put an end to their argument, revealing that Carlos stood on a rock outcropping overlooking where Olga's jet was now settled several meters away from where the sisters stood. "Think you're gonna have to get used to disappointing your old man…" He pretended to struggle to remember what he meant to say next. "…I'm sorry, are you the one called Olga? Your names are just so alike and all."

"Helga!" Helga snarled, pulling out a baseball bat which sprouted multiple spikes along its length. "Helga, numb-skull!"

"Alright, alright, easy." Carlos raised his hands placatingly. "You'll have to get used to disappointing your old man, Helga Numb-Skull. Happy?"

Olga held Helga back. "No!" She hissed. "That's what he wants. It's too late to pull back so we do it like you said: together."

"Then you won't be telling me where to find Kurt Malcolm and Roberto Lupine?" Carlos asked. "One's spiked haired and wears sun glasses literally all the time? Other looks like he's never had first contact with a razor or a barber?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr Hunter." Olga extended a quarter staff to its full length and spun it several times before both ends created Hard-Light blades. "Your team mates are fugitives from the United States government, and we can only assume you are here to offer them aid. Therefore: you are under arrest."

"Pretty sure you'll need to do some tap dancing to tip-toe that past a court." Carlos put one hand on Warhawk's hilt and pulled it one inch free. "Or you would if you weren't about to have the worst. Day. Ever."

Okay Carlos, let's recap. They're both trained by their dad, so they've got Huntsmen level training. And their Semblances…

(Epic Chase Music – Run by Ross Bugden )

Helga made the first move, putting on an intense boost of speed and swinging her spiked bat. Carlos evaded the first three swings and then grabbed onto the handle when the teenager over swung on the fourth. He used her own momentum to fling her away and into the side of Olga's jet.

Oh right, one's purely defensive and the other is purely offensive. Both ends of the spectrum. But which one was which?

Olga's spear grazed several strands of hair as Carlos leaned out of its path. He jabbed his palm up towards her face but hit thin air as she contorted her body into a back flip and kicked him in the jaw as she moved back. Carlos rubbed his jaw and leaned his upper body out of the way of two jabs and jumped to avoid a sweep at his ankles. Helga rejoined the fight with a battle cry that gave her away, allowing Carlos to duck under a swing at the back of his head that almost hit Olga before the elder Pataki sister leaned just out of the way.

"Careful!" Olga chastised and continued her assault.

"You be careful!" Helga snapped and scrambled to her feet. "And stay out of my way!"

If both sisters worked in sync they might have stood a chance against him, but as it stood they only got in each other's way, Helga being doubly guilty of this. Olga at least made an effort to coordinate her efforts with her sister's brash and clumsy attacks and even seemed to endure in spite of Helga's unwillingness to cooperate, but Carlos found that he had little trouble against the duo after a solid decade of facing off against more experienced foes.

Finally Helga over swung again and Carlos sent her tumbling into her sister, knocking them both down. "C'mon kids, this has been a good warm up but you're not landing a hit on me." He called over.

Helga growled and slammed a fist into the dirt. "I'll show you-"

"Helga!" Olga grabbed her by the arm. "He's right. We won't accomplish anything if we're fighting one another as much as we fight him. Stop rushing ahead and start remembering what dad taught us."

Begrudgingly, the younger Pataki sister nodded and got up. "Fine. Hi-Lo-Hi?"

"Hi-Lo-Hi." Olga agreed, swapping her Hard-Light spear for a compound bow. "Go!"

Helga dashed towards Carlos and pressed a button on her bat which triggered a small charge of Wind-Dust hidden at the very tip. She swung low and generated a whirlwind which kicked up a cloud of sand. Carlos raised one hand to shield his eyes and heard the faint sound of a bow string being released. Only half a lifetime of honing his reflexes allowed him to catch the incoming arrow just short of it striking him in the chest, but it left him entirely distracted from Helga until she emerged from the cloud and wrapped her arms around his waist, the force of her tackle pushing him back almost a foot before his boots dug in.

"Nice try-" Carlos paused as he realized that he couldn't dislodge Helga, who was wreathed in a solid green cocoon of Aura and appeared entirely immovable. "Oh right, so you're the one with the defensive Aura."

"Not just that, old man." Helga smirked up at him as a shadow fell over them.

Carlos looked up and his expression fell. "Oh crap."

Olga, using a set of Gravity-Dust emitters in her boots' heels, had launched herself into the air and held position for the moment needed to line up a second shot and release a second arrow. Carlos tossed away the first and raised Warhawk so that the bolt struck the flat of the blade…but instead of deflecting off of the weapon it stuck fast and emitted an orange glow all along its length. A small capsule of Fire Dust near the flat grappler head was triggered by the energy flowing through the projectile.

In the instant before it detonated Carlos remembered what Olga's Semblance was. "Aw son of a-"

Both he and Helga were consumed in an erupting firestorm that turned the surrounding sand into glass and the air into plasma. Olga's Semblance, Glass Cannon, had robbed her of her Aura's protection at the cost of enhancing the explosive potential of the Fire Dust far beyond its regular limits, turning the thimble of Dust into a bomb great enough to level a building. The concussive shockwave caught her up and flung her away, but she was able to steady herself with her Gravity-Dust boots before she could collide with anything, just as she'd planned.

After landing she hurried back towards the detonation site. Her jet had been caught in the blast radius, but its Hard-Light barrier had activated in response to the sudden burst of heat just in time to spare the craft from the worst of the damage. Still flyable, given a little maintenance, and a small price to pay, especially with the military footing the bill for this mission.

Helga was standing where she expected to find her, still encased in her Overshield, but Carlos was nowhere to be found. "Helga!" She raced over as her sister dismissed the barrier and stretched. "Where did he go?"

"Don't look at me, I didn't let go." Helga replied. "You must've blown him apart. You overdid it."

"No, that would have only been enough to drain his aura." Olga shook her head and looked around. "You remember what he did to your jet, right?"

"Yeah, he turned into a puff of smoke." Helga looked around at the glass that surrounded her feet.

"Not smoke…" Olga looked up and caught sight of a single flake of ash that hung in front of her. "…ash!"

Overhead, thousands of ash particles had been scattered by the explosion only to be drawn back in by the ensuing vacuum formed from the oxygen being rapidly burnt away and pushed outwards. This resulted in the surrounding atmosphere being pulled inwards to fill this gap almost as quickly as it formed…pulling with it the many ash particles from which Carlos formed and dropped down on top of the sisters.

Olga never stood a chance. Her Aura was still drained from the use of her Semblance and would have recharged in another few moments if she hadn't been so sure that their plan had worked. Carlos delivered a punch that knocked the young woman out while Helga found herself pinned facedown in the dirt.

"Hey! Get off!" She snarled and struggled as Carlos kept one hand on the back of her head. "I sat let go you creep!"

"Kid, if I were anybody else you'd be dead meat for trying to blow me up like that." Carlos told her, the sheer venom in his voice making Helga freeze. "Lucky for you, I ain't that sort of guy. Your sister here will have a concussion after taking a hit like that with no Aura to protect her, so you can either waste time fighting me or tend to her until help arrives. What's it gonna be?"

"You…!" Helga's eyes passed over Olga's unmoving form. "Alright. Alright! Just get off me and go!"

"Good to see that sisterly love trumps business." Carlos let her up but kept her in his sights as she scrambled over to Olga's side. "Take my advice, kid: stop following your old man around before it gets one or both of you killed."

"Will you just buzz off before I change my mind?!" Helga demanded, carefully turning Olga over onto her back.

Carlos sighed, shook his head and slid Warhawk into its scabbard. "Just can't help some people." He muttered and walked away…pausing to slice through one of the landing struts on the already damaged jet, just to make sure it would be that much harder to get it airborne and on his tail later on.

As he disappeared through the still settling clouds of dirt surrounding the battleground Helga reached for her radio. "Dad…it's Helga."

"Status?"

"My jet's totalled, Olga's is…salvageable." She explained. "But he caught Olga without her Aura up. She needs medical attention. He…got away while I was too far to help."

She knew her father was smarter than he looked, but hoped that he wouldn't piece together minor details such as her parachute being nowhere to be found (as it had been incinerated in the explosion) or why Olga would have gone to ground while in pursuit of a target.

"I expect better after this." Robert Pataki growled. "But is the target earthbound?"

"Affirmative. He ditched his jump ship and left it on auto pilot."

"Sebben won't send help, not with the US military scouring Nowhere." Robert said. "At least you accomplished your secondary objective. Stand by for med-evac to Mobile Command. Over and out."

Helga sighed and tossed the radio into the dirt nearby. "Hang in there Olga." She said to her unconscious older sister. "We'll be out of here soon."

Xxx

Accessing Nevernest Archives…

Retrieving Personnel Files…

File Retrieval Completed.

Helga Pataki

Aura: Green

Semblance: Overshield

Description: Helga's Aura is temporarily amplified and concentrated into the form of a shield that coats her entire body. As a drawback this leaves Helga unable to move, but renders her virtually invulnerable to outside force. It is able to discriminate between what it protects or protects against based on what threats Helga is consciously aware of.

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Olga Pataki

Aura: Orange

Semblance: Glass Cannon

Description: Olga is able to utilize her Aura to enhance the attacks of her weapons at the cost of forsaking any Aura based protection for herself. In a strange anomalous twist her abilities are not effective against her sister Helga's Overshield, which instead deflects it. This has been utilized to the benefit of both sisters in combat on more than one occasion.