Freya's body laid motionless on the floor and Anubis struggled to untangle himself from the roots. The Scorpion's pincer finally began to cool, and he looked to group and hissed.
ROAR
The Scorpion charged at them...
A head in the bushes Frey watched as his elder sister was torn.
"Aww man..what am I gonna do?!"
He said frantically looking back and forth.
"...They don't know how to stop Black Scorpion..."
He ran back and forth, and finally pulled out a small mirror from his satchel.
"Master, Master..."
He said whispering into the reflection. Suddenly Oin's faced appeared on the glass surface.
"Frey. What is worng?"
He asked in a gentle voice. Frey frowned and looked over to the battle.
"Master, we have a problem."
"What is it?"
"I think you better take a look..."
He said meekly holding the mirror to face the Black Scorpion.
"In the name of the great Lord, what has happened!? How did it release itself from its prison!?"
"It had a little help..."
Frey mumbled moving the mirror to Anubis, who was still struggling with the roots.
"Anubis! What is that cad doing interfering!?"
"Its even worse Master...Freya has been wounded in combat. What am I going to do? They must know Scorpion's weakness..."
"I know exactly what you can do..."
"Really Master??"
"Yes...GO OUT THERE AND FIGHT! Quit being so cowerdly! Do not shame your warrior's blood!"
"But, but..."
"GO! This is a command from your Master!"
Odin's image faded from the mirror. Frey frowned and looked back to the battle. He placed the mirror back into his satchel.
"Aww man...
...Here goes nothing..."