[ he's getting tired of swinging at the things. things, billy bitterly thinks, because surely they can't be human. there's no sign of recognition in the eyes of their attackers, no light in the windows to the soul to indicate there's anyone home. it creeps him out. it drives a lance of fear in billy to think that he's somehow ended up in a universe where mankind is no longer for the world, a place where people have been turned into—
this.
whatever this is.
and he's getting tired. billy's magic is draining him faster than usual, perhaps because of this universe's own magic suppressing his, and it's another cause for concern because what kind of world can suppress the demiurge. definer of worlds?
it's as he's contemplating this that someone comes to his aid in a violent burst of red, coating billy in red dust as he falls back on his hands in surprise. ]
—Oh, crap, [ he exclaims, looking up to his rescuer.
oh he knows that look. he'd only just been to asgardia recently, he knows that look. ]
arriving in style pt. 2
this.
whatever this is.
and he's getting tired. billy's magic is draining him faster than usual, perhaps because of this universe's own magic suppressing his, and it's another cause for concern because what kind of world can suppress the demiurge. definer of worlds?
it's as he's contemplating this that someone comes to his aid in a violent burst of red, coating billy in red dust as he falls back on his hands in surprise. ]
—Oh, crap, [ he exclaims, looking up to his rescuer.
oh he knows that look. he'd only just been to asgardia recently, he knows that look. ]
Valkyrie? You have to b— BEHIND YOU!