Alex looked at Roan above her, her eyes focused on him, seething in rage, having heard everything he had done and what he planned to do to her. She had dismissed him as merely a foolish, self-obsessed elf; she had never imagined what he was willing to do to further himself.

"How?" He did not get to ask anymore before she used the element of wind to throw him across the room and into the far wall with a loud thud. The two dwarves looked at the fallen elf for a moment before looking at one another and then at Alexia, who did not even have enough time to sit up properly before they began to descend on her with their weapons raised. Looking at them both, she scoffed and threw her hands forward, forcing them into the far wall also, but with far greater force, causing them to leave large indentations on the wall and for their armour to buckle completely where it impacted, crushing the back of their skulls, killing them instantly.

She used that as her chance to get out of the bed and rushed to Diarmaid, ignoring her stiff limbs as she did. "Why?" She asked as she knelt beside him.

"Because I am of little use these days, I am getting old, but you, you are the deciding, which is why they waited until you were unable to assist; they needed you out of the way." Diarmaid coughed weakly, "You understand what I did?"

"Yes." Alexia looked sadly at the elf.

"I am sorry if you think I pushed you too hard, I am only sorry now I will not get to see how great you become Alexia."

"You called me by my name, you did it when I was asleep too, I heard you."

"Did you think I did not know it?" The elf gave a dry laugh, but it turned into a cough. "Now, go show the realms why they should fear it for the rest of your millennia's."

"Thank you, for everything." She gave a small tearful smile.

"It was my pleasure, you were my greatest student, do not tell Prince Loki though." The Light Elf gasped one last time and closed his eyes, his chest stilling, telling Alexia he had passed.

Alexia bit her lips together, willing the tears to remain at bay. A cough from Roan made her turn to look at him again, the elf coming to once more close by. Standing straight, she looked down at him, as he was about to use his seidr against her, she flicked her hand and sent him into another wall. "You should have just killed me." She growled, throwing him to another wall, not allowing him to his feet before doing it again. "It would have been your last chance of seeing tonight." Again he forced him to collide with the first wall she threw him into. "As for your thinking Loki cannot help, you are wrong."

"What," Roan gasped, severely winded from the different blows she had inflicted. "Are you talking about?"

"Well, you see, his magic is not in the Allfather's staff." She pulled the amulet from under her clothes out for him to see. "It is right here, and all I need to is let him touch it, and it goes back into him." The elf's eyes widened. "Then he, Thor and I will destroy every last, filthy snake that we encounter, not that you will be alive to see." She sneered getting water to flow from the closed faucet and forcing it around his head, drowning him. She waited until he was clearly struggling to remain conscious and then let the water fall again, as he gasped and coughed for air, she stood over him, shaking with anger. "This is for Diarmaid." She roared, using her abilities to thrust the elf through her window and into the sky outside her room. Roan was about to use his seidr to protect himself from the fall when he heard a loud cracking noise below him. The rock that paved the pathway cracked open and earth came up as though lava erupting from a volcano, taking the form of a large snake with huge fangs, opening its mouth wide as he fell towards it, engulfed him before crashing back to the ground with great force. Alexia looked at the mess and caused the earth to withdraw like water after it crashes on a beach, leaving the battered body of Roan on the pavement, covered in mud; his eyes wide and glazed over in death.

With her jaw clenched, Alexia walked away from the window and back through the room, looking sadly at not only Diarmaid but the Einherjar that littered the floor, having given their lives to protect her. She knew the only way to repay their sacrifice was to put an end the current situation, so taking some trainers from her wardrobe, she put them on and left, not caring that she was in sweatpants and a sports top, ignoring the bodies of the two dwarves that had killed all the guards that now lay on the floor with them.

The other part of her rooms held the bodies of even more Einherjar, her jaw clenching so hard she was at risk of breaking teeth when she saw them, her anger rising. She used wind to open the doors and walked into the hallway, looking both directions for a moment before deciding her best bet at finding Loki and Thor would be near the throne room.

There were bodies littering the floor around the palace, as well as wounded. Both dwarves and some other sort of creature Alexia had never seen before all lay dead, and sadly, the bodies of Einherjar, but also of servants and maids that had been caught in the fighting. The more she witnessed, the more the anger within her grew. The throne room was void of life, all that was there were the dead, so she moved to where she assumed the feast that had been taking place, the hallway outside it was guarded, not only by Einherjar, but also Light Elves, Aesir, some that she knew to be Vanir, and others.

They stared at her in disbelief, not stopping her as she walked through them, instead making a clear path in front of her. One guard opened the door slightly and called into the feast room. A moment later, Sif walked out, sword at the ready, her eyes widening when she saw Alexia. "You're awake."

"Diarmaid used his seidr to rush the process," Alexia explained.

"He could not have done that sooner?" The warrior half shrieked in frustration.

"It cost him his life, he was left defenceless then when Roan attacked him."

"Roan? His nephew?" Sif's jaw dropped open.

"He is the reason they are attacking, well one of them at least, I need to find Loki and Thor."

"I will take you to where I last knew them to be." She indicated for Alexia to follow her, which she did; as she passed the doorway, Alexia glimpsed in. There were wounded inside as well as fancily dressed people, all of whom were being so heavily guarded, though there were so many, she wagered it was not easy to maintain calm among inter-realm guests, amongst them, she was sure that she saw Odin, looking somewhat stressed.

"Why were you there? Should you not have been with the others?" She asked as she half-jogged to keep up with the warrior.

"Hogun was impaled on a spear; I was merely bringing him in to seek healer's attention." The warrior woman explained.

"Impaled?"

"It was only through his side, he will not be able to drink ale and mead for a few weeks, but other than that, he should be fine." She dismissed. "Thor is in the sky, I can hear his thunder, Loki has a sword as well as his daggers, so he will be in the centre of the battle on the ground." Sif looked at Alexia up and down. "You are not fit for battle in that attire."

"I do not battle as you do, I will be fine." Alexia dismissed. "They will not be able to get me with weapons, for mine far surpass anything they may have." She smirked. "How about we announce our arrival?"

"What is it that you have got in mind?" Sif looked at her warily, knowing that whatever Alexia was planning, it would no doubt be spectacular.

Alexia's smirk turned into a full grin, but she did not stop moving. Sif looked out the next window they passed and froze, staring at what she was witnessing. She knew the reason for it and it scared her, she could only imagine what it was like for Thor, Loki and the Warriors, but also, their enemies, to witness.