*Heimdall rolls dodging Irvine's attack, and jumps to his feet.*
Heimdall: Anger, anger. Always going further and further from the Jedi teachings.
*Uttering another spell a whirlwind of debris is created blocking Heimdall, Marin and Aidan from Irvines view.
Heimdall to Marin and Aidan: Come, the torture of that one has just begun. The others may be closing in on us and before that I want time to set up a proper welcoming.
Heimdall to Irvine: Remember whelp, the blood of those who die in this town is on your hands because you were not strong enough to protect them.
*With the storm of debir covering them Heimdall, Marin and Aidan slip away*
"Dulce bellum inexpertis."
Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:
"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."