Thengil's eyes narrowed.
"Very well. Land the ship."
Thengil laid the flat of his blade on Imperia's shoulder, just beside her neck.
"Mjolnir, your master has submitted. Will you as well?"
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"Very well. Land the ship."
* * *
The moment the landing struts made contact with earth, Thengil drove his blade through the control panel. Sparks of electricity fizzed and crackled. He tugged the blade free and pushed Mala forward. Presuming she followed his directions and did not do anything foolish, the two of them emerged from the landing ramp to confront the cyborg known as Mjolnir. Thengil laid the flat of his blade on Imperia's shoulder, just beside her neck.
"Mjolnir, your master has submitted. Will you as well?"
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