Speaking of Aesir, Wednesday's been contributing a bit, too—nothing supernatural, but he's good with that scimitar, hacking at joints and limbs with the smooth efficiency of a trained soldier... not that there are armies today that really train in that kind of thing. "Pull back!" he shouts, hoping there are enough who can still hear him to actually matter. "Stay together!"

He's trying to clear through the separating bugs, and one-on-one—despite the occasional obvious twinges of pain or overexertion—he's quite good at it. The problem is that there's far, far too many to get through in time.

Well, there's one good thing, at least... this all seems to have put a bit of color back into his cheeks.