ThorFrid is running at a full sprint. She is wearing nothing but boots and a smile. She is still quite manic mad from the serious marathon session of strange conjugal ecstasy She willfully endured from the Gorgeous Wurms of the Shangri Ooh-La-La. Now She has a chance to her other lustful need...Death. For those that happen chance upon her mind and thoughts may realize that for her, both give the same release or sated feeling. Pray to what ever Gods you have that She never discovers snuff fetish. She rounds the corner at a speed to make a cheetah jealous. Her perfect body bouncing like every teen boy imagines it should. Slow motion, yet in real time. Her arms are pumping madly, made even more mad looking by the weapons she carries, more teen bank fodder. The massive Ice creatures are so slow (making CPT Slow look ThorFrid fast) that She nearly overruns them, but her strangely attuned mind reactions with out reacting and She pivots like a Black Swan ballerina slicing at one across the chest with her audacious sword, followed by a full blast of pure crackling lightning to it's face. As She pivots back to gloat over the remains, a brief moment of pause can be seen on her face. Something is not quite right, but then it passes just as quick as though this was all part of the plan. She just continues to keep all three engaged in a tight little circle. If one tries to maneuver, She pivots back and keeps it in line. All actions are like they were choreographed and practiced endless to achieve absolute perfection. If one were to listen real close, a strange symphonic-like hum could be heard from ThorFrid and one would swear it sounded just like an old song known as Attack of the Warrior-Angels, by Wigner..or something like that...Anyway, her movements are perfectly timed to the beat of the song She is humming. She has an orgasmic smile and quiver as She sees the rest of her troupe have finally gotten in rhythm with her little performance. She keeps the three occupied, as one explodes, the shards bouncing of her like a sexy teen dream, but crystals of ice instead of beads of water. But then there is a skip in the track, ever so slight, that is hardly perceivable to the naked eye. A tiny piece of rotting flesh splashes against Her thigh. For most it would not be a thought nigh in the middle of combat. Flesh is rendered asunder many a times upon self and foe. ThorFrid has a reputation for walking away from a fight drenched in the blood of her enemy, without a thought, as though it was just water as though she was walking calmly from a cool lake. This was very different and something very disturbing, to a Crazy, was bubbling to the surface of ThorFrid's mind. She pushed past it with shear will of the Crazy mind. For now... There were two left. ThorFrid saw that the Smo' King had a plan to render them asunder. She positioned them like a conductor with a baton. Nosmo blasted the trio (ThorFrid and the two Icee's) with a massive exploding convulsion of death and decay... The two Creatures ceased to exist, all rejoiced, they ran out to survey and give thanks to ThorFrid for the assist. They all stopped when they realized something was very wrong with ThorFrid. The giddy school girl smile of ecstasy She had before was overtaken by a frozen death like shock. Eyes wide open and completely dilated. She was bathed in rotten flesh from head to toe, dripping in cytoplasmic goop and the smell was fowl that caused the others to tear up in autonomic response. All called to her, but She remained frozen, catatonic, motionless, yet perfectly balanced like a strange living statue. Both arms at her side, with both weapons still held tight. Saint Reb tried to take her weapons but could get the grip loose at all, as though they were fused to her hands. Everyone knew it was beyond bad and knew the only way out...was in...HER mind. No one dared enter the bare surface, much less that labyrinth of her deep psyche. A team effort would be needed for this trip for sure. Turag wanted to help, but Saint Reb said this was not a job for a clumsy Man. Only a Womyn's Deftly, sincere touch could begin to piece together the seriously fractured mind of ThorFrid. Saint Reb did want Tut to participate as his dog like senses would at least find the others if they got lost. So Luc, Nosmo and Turag were disconnected from the mind link that was already in place. Thankfully the path to ThorFrid was was one way...for now. Tut thought out loud that something was pushing out very hard and he was having some difficulty in holding it down. All embraced for impact as they reached to open the path. Like a dam bursting the awfulness of what was really happening on the other side hit them all. Imagery of a wet wall of rotting blood and flesh washed over all of them. Bones and bile and lumps. Above everything was ThorFrid's howling scream of absolute terror. None have ever heard such screams from any living creature, much less ThorFrid. The mass of flesh finally slowed and became a still lake. They waded through the mush using hand signals to somewhat communicate, as the scream of ThorFrid overpowered any and all other noise. They followed the screams, it was not hard to find ThorFrid. The screaming was a beacon calling them in. They found her in a deep pool amongst the rest of the lake of decay. Only her eyes, nose and mouth could be seen. They tried to talk her out and pull her up, but no other sound could be heard above the scream and no one could get a purchase on her limbs. Tut held up a paw, then struck his meditation bowl. Nothing was heard. He struck it harder, still nothing. He continued to strike it harder and harder till the others thought it would break in half, then the chime came through at the very limit of their hearing. All is white, no sound can be heard and it is just the three of them, he had to create a inner sanctum inside ThorFrid to block out the cacophony of the madness and cautioned it wouldn't last. He explained that what they were envisioning was still an outer layer of her deep psyche and that the inner most layer was behind the face of ThorFrid in the deep pool of puss and bile. He explained that Benna would have to inception her way into the next level and relay back what she sees. The plan is set and Tut drops the shell. Overwhelming decay overcomes all. Benna deep dives even further into the mind of ThorFrid. on the other side stands a stark naked ThorFrid with Valkyrie wings and a Viking helmet. ThorFrid calls out to Benna, saying She is not leaving until everything out there is completely clean. Benna remarks that only ThorFrid can clean her own mind. ThorFrid retorts not out there...all the way out there...CLEAN that and I might think about coming out. Till then, staying put. Attack of the Warrior-Angels starts playing loudly and ThorFrid goes dancing off in a ballerina like fashion, in beat to the music. Benna comes up one level relays the conversation. Tut remarks that yes, cleansing of the body may cleanse the soul, instead of the other way around. They wade back through the lake of decay and back to the upper levels of ThorFrid's mind. Once out, they immediately engage Turag and ask him to make a cleaning gun. He pulls out a strange looking toy that used to be known as a super soaker. After putting his magic touch to it, Benna uses it to spray down ThorFrid. It is strange sight to see, a small child's toy squirt gun, spraying soapy water out like a fire hose. Most would have been knocked down, but ThorFrid doesn't budge an iota. All the fleshy puss and goo is washed off and down the road. Benna even gets up close and hit's all Her nooks and crannies from all angles. Once done a close inspection reveals no nasty chunks left, but nothing is happening. A thought from Tut is about the physical outside cleanse may not be quite enough, something just a bit deeper may be needed. Saint Reb says she may have a solution. She stands near ThorFrid and starts Chanting and praying. Once she is done, the tiniest of a glimmer can been seen in ThorFrid's eyes. Slowly, but surely She re-emerges from the catatonia. Once out She says hi to everyone and heads back to the hotel, not saying another word. The rest just stand there a gasp. Nosmo tries to say something, but Tut holds up a paw to silence him. The next morning, early, ThorFrid is rousing everyone up barking orders about getting ready for the sea voyage. She is acting like absolutely nothing strange whatsoever happened yesterday, but She does have a strange John Wayne like limp and seems to say pilgrim at random times when referring to anyone that gives any kind of back talk.
