"Get out of here now!"
"Eek!"
The sweat on Headmistress Hilda's face started to fill collars of her uniform, a circumstance that hasn't happened for more than hundreds of years now. Her life in the Academy had been peaceful; too peaceful in fact that she had already forgotten even the whispers of the battlefield.
She did not expect, however, that once the songs of battle once again sang to her ears, it would be a battle of utter ruin-- co-headed by one of the most destructive Aesir that has ever walked the 9 Realms.
It would have been alright if the battle only lasted a minute… but no. Whatever kind of battle was happening in front of her right now, it was a battle of equals. A storm pushing each other out, leaving only devastation in their wake.