From the prompt: "Glacier of Fire"
"Fire and Ice"
Angel stood on the edge of the battlements, squinting across the bright glare of the snow. "Is
Ashka back yet?" he called out.
One of the fur-wrapped figures in front of the fortress gates turned to reply. "The Lady Ashka is
nowhere in sight, sir."
"I could've figured that out," Angel cursed under his breath. "I'm immortal - we have
improved vision. Just because she's out of sight doesn't mean she's not there."
Ashka was posing as his underling again, as well as Old Master.
"Ho there, Master Angelus!"
Angel whirled around to see Asia and her men standing in the courtyard, several of them supporting
seal carcasses on spears.
"I have what you asked for," she called up to him.
"Good. You and your servant, come into the keep and meet in the armory," he answered, spun on his
heel and hopped off the wall.
Ashka and Old Master stepped into the armory to find Angel leaning over a table with maps and
charts spread across it.
"Are you ready?" Angel asked.
"We want to defeat the Vikings," Old Master intoned.
Angel nodded respectfully at him. He stood back as Ashka and Old Master leaned over to look at
the maps. He'd had a good five hundred years to reconcile himself with the fact that Ashka was a
better general than he was.
Angel stood forwards obediently when Ashka beckoned.
She pointed to a tiny peninsula of land that was in fact only frozen water.
"Olsen has his men here, waiting to attack us if we attempt to leave," she said. "The mountains
have us closed in, but Old Master and I have formulated a plan."
Angel nodded and leaned in closer to hear.
The plan sounded simple, and it was really, because the men and women of the newly-founded
organization called the Dagaz were all extremely capable warriors.
Angel, Ashka, Old Master and the bulk of the Dagaz were camouflaged against the snow in their
uniforms of white skins, standing a mere fifty yards from Olsen the Skullcrusher's camp, watching
through the falling snow.
The plan was absolutely beautiful. Angel was extremely jealous that he hadn't thought of it first.
A team of agents had cleared a fjord of snow and ice and were paddling down it to the open waters,
going to raid Olsen's men of supplies and boats. Upon returning, Olsen's men heading across the
near-isthmus, the rest of the Dagaz forces would attack.
An arrow struck the ground near Ashka's feet. She unslung her bow and had an arrow notched
immediately.
"What are you doing?" Angel hissed when Old Master set the arrow alight. "We're giving away our
position - "
Ashka let the arrow fly. Angel stared in dismay as the arrow flew through the air, the dismay
turning to surprise when the whole of Olsen's camp exploded into flames as it struck.
"That's impossible!" he cried, unfazed by the screams of dying men. "Ice does not burn."
The platoon of soldiers appeared out of the eternal whiteness.
"We used the seal oil as you said, Lady Ashka," one of the men gasped out.
Angel stared at her in surprise. She'd strapped her bow onto her back and drawn her sword.
"We can cut down any survivors."
But the agents, including Angel, were dazzled by the sight of the fire as the peninsula began to
slip into the sea, the ice melting. It would become an old Nordic legend, the Glacier of Fire.
Angel motioned for the troops to head for the fjord, glancing over his shoulder one last time at
the amazing sight.
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