"BELLONA!! AGHHHH!!!" The firestorm had drawn the valkyrie from the city of absurdity. Her wings spread wide, she soared through the skies with a glowing golden blade raised high. Like a star falling from the skies, her blade fell on the colossal arm and for a spectre of time, the hand fell to the ground, burning the sand underneath and boiling the hell's ocean water.
Watching it happen in less than a second's time, Raven was relieved to find Helga descending right next to him. Her body was burned from the strike, and the heavenly weapon had turned to ash; all the while, the valkyrie's rage didn't show a single sign of being whiffed away.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?! And how did she come back?!" She screeched through gritted teeth, her head turned to the colossal hand, yet her senses checked up on the other two behind her.
"You know who that is?" Raven asked, quickly turning to the arm as well.
