[center][h3][color=ff8800]Asmund Gjanarsson[/color][/h3][/center]
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Laurel and Vlad proved themselves to be quite adept at leaving the more than hulking gifted behind. Asmund wasn't eager to follow them either though. As long as there wouldn't burst any hostilities in flames between the...

Oh no. Well... did Vlad have some sort of hidden telepathic connection with him or was it just pure accidental coincidence that he made him spot a plume of strange dust that consumed itself in a noticeable blast shortly after it had been sent out ? Couldn't one have a peaceful morning after having spent a lot of past-midnight effort to move all of one's furniture around ? It made him quite a bit angry.

Despite the incredible amount of muscle in his legs, Asmund certainly wasn't the fastest around the block. Perhaps it was because he also feasted so much. It didn't take long for him to realize that by the time he would have caught up with them, things could very well have escalated badly now that Vlad had started throwing flames around. He did know however that he had something up his sleeve that would be much faster than him and could still be effective in stopping them.

There was a strange sound that suddenly approached the two from behind. If they were not too busy with themselves, they could probably hear it coming closer very rapidly and with an undulation in it as if it was caused by an object than spun around itself while flying. Asmund had tried to give it an aim as good as he had been able to given the very short amount of time available, but it was not sufficient to avoid every bush and every branch. The sound of cracking wood and smashed leaves mixed with the other noise. No, that probably would not help in calming down Laurel...

It hit the ground a few yards in front of Vlad, sending a column of dirt up into the air and leaving a remarkable impact site behind as it started to defy physics. The glinting thing bounced off and started flying in a wide circle despite not being subjected to any noticeable forces. It seemed as if it went to hit its owner, but Asmund picked it out of its trajectory with apparent ease. The object looked like one of these decorative amulets some people were wearing occasionally, but it was much larger.

[color=ff8800]"Would you two just stop what you are doing ?"[/color] he shouted, covering the remaining gap between them that he was trying to close.

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