fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2011, Saturday Early Evening PART 2!

Once all the graduates had returned to their seats, with their diplomas, Zoe turned to address the audience.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present --- ee da tuo da bien!”

No one should translate that. Just know that it wasn’t Chinese for ‘funky looking red and green spacecraft twice the size of the school that just zoomed in to hover above the lawn.’

A beam of eerie green light shining down from it, straight onto the stage, and from that pool of light stepped... no, surged, a horde of men in hairy, horny helmets, waving battle axes and growling in ...something Nordic? Eric could tell you, if he could make it to the stage, but unfortunately ? Not so much.

Those other beams of light that shot from the ship took care of that issue. Both the audience bleachers and the area of the stage roped off for the faculty were enclosed by shimmering fields of energy that let air and light through, but were frustratingly solid to the touch.

Sadly for the graduates, there was no annoying force-field separating them from the hairy-hatted men -- who were headed straight for the Fandom High Class of 2011.

[Open for your umlaut-ridden pleasure! Audience | Grads: Fight! | Grads: Hide! | Aftermath | OOC]

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Blossom tugged, pulling the axe to her as she rolled her eyes at the guy. "Seriously. I totally have no idea what you're saying."

She hefted the axe and flew towards him, attempting to cross his sword with the axe blade and move it out of the way so she could get in close and land a kick to his midsection.

"Það skyldi berjast með öxi mína?" Hjorvarth was not impressed by Blossom's powers or her eyerolling. He was however, going to smash at his own, beautiful axe with strength behind his sword...and then get kicked in the gut.

Ugh, too much mead last night. "Þetta er ekki rétt!"

[[It dares fight with my axe? This is not right!]]

Blossom had to use more force than she expected against his sword, and the axeblade was totally going to need repairs later, but it wasn't hers and at least she'd gotten the kick in?

She pulled away, chuckling and shifting the axe in her grip. "I totally like this! It's got a nice weight to it." She cast an appreciative glance at it, then rushed forward again and tried to bring the base handle of the axe down on his head.

The little dog had strength he did not believe and Hjorvarth was about to spout off about how she would be giving back his axe and paying for the repairs with her life when his roar was cut off and he was knocked unconscious.

"Whew!" She tossed the axe against her shoulder like she'd seen Buttercup do with her mallet a million times. With her free hand, she sent her yo-yo to wrap around some part of him so she could fly him to the growing pile of invaders.

"You put up a good fight, Smelly, but it's time to go join your sleepy friends so I can help my friends."

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