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Choosers of the Fallen

After flying around for half a hour over the city of London, Joan spotted a stable by this lone ranch in the hills. There was nobody there at the moment, the owners were either gone or inside the house. Joan took this as the opportunity to land down and bring Ping inside for some hay. Ping spent the next two hours drinking water, socializing with the horses and eating the other horses hay. RIght now Ping had devoured almost half of the hay as Joan was kneeling beside him and rubbing his head.

"That's it girl, eat up. We have a long trip ahead of us."

"Neighhhhh!" Ping screams, shaking his head and getting riled up.

"Woah woah girl what's wrong!?"

Joan says stroking the winged horses mane. Trying to get him to calm down. She immediately knows what's wrong when she hears a feminine voice from behind her. And the clanking of metal.

"Joan Simpson! you have defied the will of the gods!"

Joan turns around and, unfortunately, sees a familiar face.

Oh great. Joan thinks.

The woman standing in between the stable doors was tall and athletic, very similar to Joan. Except she was slightly taller and bulkier. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in a French braid, on each side of her head was a pair of small, silver wings attached to a metal band that went around her head, and she had a pair of golden eyes that looked like they were scanning her too see how to take her down. She wore a golden chest plate which connected to a silver and gold skirt falling down to her knees. And on her left was a meter long golden sword with a silver skull shaped end at its black leather handle.

Her name was Bulda. She was a Valkyrie.

"Leave me alone, Bulda." Joan said bitterly.

Bulda stepped closer. Ping was getting more and more anxious with each step. Joan had to stand up to grab hold of him again.

"I have been sent by Lord Thor to bring you back to Asgard, dead or alive.."

"Oh I'm so scared." Joan says sarcastically while continuing to pet Ping, not even looking at the Valkyrie. "Well I'll tell you what. You can try...after I'm done with something."

Before Joan knew it Bulda had her hand around her arm. Squeezing it tight.

"You are going back to Asgard now!" Bulda said sternly. Joan got a spark of fire in her eyes.

"Let go of me!"

Joan throws a punch with her other arm. It smashes against Buldas face and causes her to fly backwards releasing Joan's arm. Flying through the air several feet she smashes through the ranch doors, breaking one in half.

Bulda stayed silent for a moment. Not moving an inch from where she layed on the ground. Joan just stands there, waiting for a response while holding her sword out, holding it up defensively.

Bulda stands up straight. She brushes off her shoulder which was covered in tiny pieces of wood and dirt. She wides the strain of blood oozing from her nostril and she opens her golden eyes which are glaring with rage at Joan.

"Dead it is." Bulda says pulling out her sword.

Clang!

"Yeah, this is gonna be destructive."

With a swipe of her sword Joan slashed the locks on the stable on the right of her. Allowing a large chestnut stallion to run free out of the stables. It dashed past Bulda who, even though the horse brushed against her, didn't budge an inch. Then Joan slashed the lock to the stable on the left of her. Allowing a white mare to zoom out and follow its friend, brushing up against Bulda's shoulder. Still no movement.

"That's it pony's get out of here!" Joan said getting on the back of Ping who was huffing at Bulda.

"You always did have a soft spot for animals didn't you?" Bulda says snapping her fingers.

From behind her plopped down a winged stallion. This one was black, much larger than Ping and was missing an eye. It lowers its head submissively and Bulda slid her body over its neck. The stallion lifts its head up and brings Bulda onto the satchell.

"Oh, I've missed our fights!" Joan says gripping her sword tightly.

"I'm going to bring you to the All-Father in pieces."

"Hai-yah!"

The einherjar and the valkyrie charge their horses at each other. Both their swords raised, aimed at the others bodies. Their horses jolt passed each other as the front half of Pings body exits the ranch. As the women clang their swords. Inches away from each other's face, sparks shoot from the blades.

Joan and Bulda are untouched. But the force of their strike blasts the front half of the ranch into pieces and the grass beneath them is set ablaze.

The horses continue trampling until Joan is where Bulda started and Bulda has crashed through what was left of the ranch. They turn around to face each other again.

"Why are you even helping her!?" Bulda asks. "If she freezes the earth Asgard is doomed, you among us!"

"We don't even know if Elsa will!" Joan retorts.

"She's a filthy Jotun! Good riddance anyways!"

Now Joan was furious. Without even thinking she charges on Ping at Bulda. Bulda charges up her sword as she rushed her steed towards Joan. This time things go differently.

Just as Bulda swings her sword at Joan's head, she ducks. Then just after Bulda is behind Joan the latter kicks her foot up into the air and lands it behind the valkyries head. Joan falls over the side of her horse, is dragged a bit until Ping stops. But she looks over proudly at Bulda laying face first on the black ground of burning grass. Bulda stands one more. She brushes her shirt off from the charcoal and fire. She is done messing around.

Bulda banged her chest plate. A current of light moves from her heart, up her neck and to her metal head wings. The wings glow with a bright light.

Bulda jumps towards Joan, screaming. Her sword is burning with yellow flames and her wings are flapping, sending her even faster.

Just a second passes and Joan nearly dodges. Ping runs away and Joan is left barely standing. Her shoulder is cut and she's trying to stop the bleeding with her other arm.

"Damn Asgardian gold!" Joan thinks.

"Neighhh!"

"Go Ping!" Joan shouts "Get out of WOAH!"

Joan just raised her sword and turns around as Bulda flies from behind. Joan is able to stop the blade from making contact with her body just in time but Joan nearly falls back from the force. She looks up and sees Ping flying away.

"Go find Elsa! Get her too...AGH!"

Joan grunts as a golden sword slashed across her face. Blood runs down her cheek as a large scar forms on Joan's face. She tries to ignore it and looks around to find her opponent. She does... just as she reached her.

AGHHHHH!

Joan winces in unbearable pain. She feels like a massive spike has been thrust into her abdomen. She can only look straight ahead, where she sees Buldas smug face. Despite her fear Joan looks down. And sees Bulda's sword impaling her belly. Bulda released her grip on the sword and Joan falls to her knees. She grabs the smoking blade, even though the heat it still emits stings.

Barely conscious she looks up and sees Bulda standing over her beaming with pride. Joan snarled.

"You only won because of your goofy hat." Joan spat.

"A warrior's tools are only as great as those that wield them." Bulda says in a taunting fashion, kneeling abit.

"If Thunder-Dick was such a man he would have come himself."

Suddenly Joan feels an enormous jolt of pain on the side of her head. She falls down on her left, the entire right side of her head is throbbing with immense pain. She feels a rush of blood go over her eyelids, down her mouth and drip in the ground before her.

She cannot hear anything besides a faint ringing sound. Joan wants to just lay on the ground until this massive headache was over. But she willed herself to open her eyes.

She opens her lids, her vision is still very hazy. But she is able to see an object in front of her. Joan squints trying to make it out.

Was it a rock?

An anchor?

No it's a hammer!

A familiar looking hammer at that. Joan would have felt more afraid but she had too big a headache for that.

The hammer moves and flies away from Joan. A large shadow approaches her and when it gets close enough, Joan is able to see a shoe. It was a lagger boot, the same kind you would still get on Asgard. Another foot moves into her vision, the other lifts up and places itself on Joan's chest. She grunts in pain as the sole made contact with her wounded, bleeding skin. The shoe pushes and rolls her into her back. Once her vision recovers enough she is able to recognize a red bearded face.

It was Thunder.

He had a new, shiny pair of gloves and a new belt. Didn't really match with the old hammer but Joan wasn't in the mood to bring it up.

"I am a man!" The god yells "I just figured I could use some assistance. Had I known your ice-wench wasn't with you I could have easily taken you myself."

Thor looked over at Bulda, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a golden Apple. He casually tossed it into her hands and she took a bite. As soon as she did she began to glow. Her cuts had stopped bleeding and she was able to stand on her legs again. The apples of Iduna had healed her. And now Joan was horribly injured and standing in front of two very strong and angry opponents.

Joan was expecting Thor to slam the hammer down, end Joan once and for all. Joan tries to be brave, not to beg for her life like a coward and just be ready to accept her end. Telling herself it won't be so bad, Elsa will be safe, Anna will take care of her, Kristoff will find a new girl and she...well maybe if she's gone she won't feel pain?

But the last thing Joan saw, was Thor's giant foot kicking against her head.

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