[ Arthur speaks quickly, authoritative. They've had their chance to recover, now it is back to the field. ]

Those of the Guard from Princess Diana's Squadron, report in to me now. I've not been able to make contact with her, we will split your numbers amongst the other two in her absence. Freyjadour, prepare for emergency formation - ours will take over Sigyn if you'll see to Heimdall. Hel should be far enough from the northern gate to be covered by a group of three or four, if there might be any volunteers to hold that position.

[ He pauses, lips pursed in displeasure. They are too pressed for time for any flourish. ]

Their forces are returning in kind, they will be upon us before long. Those of you still well enough to fight, we need you posted along the northern gate. Hold rank together, as their numbers vastly outweigh our own and we will stand stronger as one than spread thin throughout the whole of the city. If we can hold Odin and Baldr, we can prevent them reaching the Comfort House and the Arena. These should be made our priority [ as it feels very much like this is more an effort of staving off the inevitable over winning ] and those of you injured or unfit for battle, remain in either location. Do not make to the streets unless you are prepared for combat.

[ Another brief pause. ]

We were never under any illusions this battle would be easily met, and there is still more to come, but we are not yet lost, Asgard. We stand not amongst gods, but they amongst us, the Travellers of every realm across existence gathered not for Asgard, but for all beneath Yggdrasil. We fight to the last and withhold nothing. This is our moment to triumph, and we will not yield.

[ private || filtered to NC, TFW, Conan Edogawa ]

Report in. I want numbers lost, numbers gained, anything you can tell me of ours and theirs. [ You all better be alive, dammit. ] If you're well and prepared, regroup at the Citadel for a final weapons check. We move at the hour.