If you looked up the dictionary definition of a mess, next to the neat text on side of the page you would see the black and white image of actual human disaster, Odin Dark. Socially awkward? Check. Delusional? Possible, bordering absolutely. Dramatic? Basically his middle name. But if he was anyone's to deal with, it was his. Which was why Laslow was currently in this most unfortunate situation. He wasn't unfamiliar with dancing with danger, but this really hadn't been what he'd planned to do for the evening.
"By the gods Laslow! Fear not. For I, Odin Dark will see us through the night!" Sweeping his arm out, Odin allowed his cape to flutter around him, for maximum flare. The effect of which was absolutely wasted seeing as Laslow was preoccupied with other matters.
Putting his weight behind him, the mercenary brought his heel down against the thick wooden door a final time, groaning in frustration as the oak refused to budge. Weaponless, not entirely sure where he was, his captors possibly plotting to set the both of them up for ransom; this was the last time that he'd let a mysterious woman sweet talk him like this. He'd be damned before letting Lord Xader find him like this, or in Odin's case Leo. Or better yet, Selena. Now that would be an earful. In retrospect, the situation was in part his to blame, but really, it hadn't been his idea to wander into a shad tavern on the lead of some legendary weapon.
Sighing, he turned towards the mage, hands on his hips and frown evident on his face. "Alright, Warrior of Darkness. If you're inclined, free us at your leisure." Gesturing at the door, Laslow furrowed his brows. "I'm afraid our captors probably didn't appreciate my banging the door."
Throwing his head back to laugh, Odin crossed his arms, his expression haughty. "By the divine blood that runs in these veins, you shall be delivered, oh Man for Flowers." Ignoring Laslow's sputtering at the title, Odin crossed the small stone lined room they'd been thrown in. Inspecting the small window that trickled moonlight into the dingy dungeon, he scoffed, holding out a palm confidently. They were in a room just a bit below ground level. Nothing that a mage such as himself couldn't handle. Puffing his chest out, he bellowed, "Meet your match!" And with no more forewarning, the stone wall shattered as the magic detonated from Odin's palm.
Yelping, Laslow threw his forearms across his face, rubble bouncing off his arm guards. Dirt and bits of the wall flew in all directions, the reverb from the spell ringing in his ears. Coughing, he brushed the grit from his front, slightly frazzled and indignant. "You couldn't have done that as soon as we got thrown in?" But as he started to bicker, he heard the faint sound of angry footsteps heading towards their now three walled prison. Crouching, he crossed his hands to boost Odin out of the sizable hole and back to freedom. "You let me pummel that door for nothing!" Leaping up, he caught Odin's outstretched arm, and pulled himself out as well. "We could have been out hours ago!"
Huffing, Odin lead them as they fled the scene, ducking into a forested area to cover their escape. "A true hero of legend does not flaunt his ability." Clearly a bit offended, he turned up his nose.
Almost at a loss for words, Laslow had to bit back that Odin always flaunted. But he settled with taking a few deep breaths before sighing. Just roll with it.
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