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Freya gave an aggressive growl as she brought her weapon down on a foot soldier, not even bothering to electrify him. It was enough just to slice the man clean down the middle. She was around the man and working on eliminating three men at once by the time his blood was spattering about. She caught sight of a few large mech troops, which Braego promptly took care of, so she mainly focused on the hordes of troops swarming in her direction. At once, she realized there was too many to not use electricity on. So, with another strong growl, the scythe seemed to come to life in her capable hands, bolts and sparks flying about the main blade. With a cry of strength and exertion, she swung the large, powerful weapon horizontally, cleaving the first line into two and, for all intents and purposes, frying the men behind the front line. It went back a few rows before the spark died out, but by that time the mass had slowed a bit, hesitant to confront the angry demigod.
Despite her raging battle fury, when she caught sight of her brother, she waved and shouted, “Enjoying yourself so far, Braego?” She turned to slice another man in half.