The voice echoed across the battleground. From out of the skies came a blindingly fast force of elemental power, one that could not be conquered by human trickery or scientific ingenuity. Like a thunderbolt and with the accompanying crack of lightning, Skjovald descended from the heavens on winds that he manipulated by holding a curious glowing hammer in his hand. The blonde avenger looked into the unabashed anger of both of these combatants and saw nothing that could be salvaged - save for one thing.
"Red giant - whose name I know not - stand aside!"
He began to spin his hammer by the loop at the end of the handle, causing a massive influx of static energy likened to that of a thunderstorm as the winds howled and rain poured. With a singular motion, he arced a throw and released the hammer at a specific moment, causing it to go forward at incredible speed towards the Iron Tyrant.
Skjovald walks the old halls of the mountain-hold, caressing the polished gold veins of the architecture around him with a fond nostalgia as he passes the handmade brilliance by. His eyes crawl up from hard stone floor to heavenly vaulted ceiling, scanning every inch of the marvelous domain. For the first time in a century, he cracks a slow smile.