((Battledog: The Aesir are in hyperspace, they left as soon as they deposited Irvine and the others. Not to mention that were cloaked, and couldn't have been detected))
*Vidar and Tyr face each other, Suddenly them charge swinging their blades. For an hour they fought neither gaining the upper hand. Finally they lower their blades*
Vidar: That was fun. We should do that more often.
Tyr: We should.
*The two leave the gym exhausted*
"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."