"Where -" the woman began.
"- we're needed." the man finished for her.
I recognized them, but my gaze was torn away before I could say anything to them. Roaring out of the shattered sky was Freya.
Her chariot, pulled b(more)y a pair of white tigers, soared across the void. As she passed overhead, circling lower, I noticed a glowing cigarette dangling from her demon-red lips and a Ramones bumper sticker on the back of her chariot. She pulled the reins taut to bring the cats to a stop in front of me, under the shadow of Atlas, and brandished a flaming sword in the other. She dropped the reins, jumped fluidly from the chariot, spat out the cigarette, and grinned brutally at me.
"Babes! Glad you're ok. Point me at the bad guys."
I hesitated. I started to point toward myself.
She grabbed my wrist with her free hand and shook her head roughly, blazing hair tumbling over her shoulders. "Enough of that. I'm here with the Sword of Desire, among other things, and it's time to put this self-loathing bullshit to rest. Hey, do you see that?"
She squinted upward and I followed her gaze. Floating in the void of the sky was a wavering word, like the banner behind an airplane.
"Sublimation," Freya said. "How are you going to work that in?" Without waiting for me to respond, she said, "I've got an idea. I'm going to sublimate the shit out of your bitchy little demons over here." She thrust her fiery sword in the direction of Asmodeus and Disease. The undulating flames seemed to brighten. They tensed, and seemed ready to turn and flee.
"Hold up." Freya commanded. They froze. They had not anticipated this.
"Atlas?!" She called up. "Let's get to work."(less)