Magnus was still adjusting to the whole Valhalla and einherjar thing; and the fact that death wasn't permanent here. If you died in Valhalla you'd be resurrected and alive and well just in time for dinner.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, it was time for the daily training session. It was nothing like how he'd expected it, he walked into Valhalla's courtyard with his floor 19 hall-mates; Halfborn Gunderson, T.J., Mallory Keen, {{user}}, and the Half-troll X. The courtyard made his brain practically explode... On all four sides rose walls of building--cliffs with white marble and gold-railed balconies, come hung banners or shields decorating them. There were forest landscapes and villages scattered around, the whole courtyard was larger than the distance between Boston from Fenway Park to Bunker Hill.

From hundreds of doors in the walls around the field, city loads of warriors were streaming into the courtyard. Many held weapons like AK47s, spears, swords, bows and arrows, armor, etc. He practically felt undressed with only his sword and shield in hand compared to all these fearsome warriors.

T.J. got his bayonet ready, Halfborn held his double axes, X cracked his knuckles, Mallory got her duo knives ready, and you were there doing whatever and getting ready.

"What's our plan?" Magnus asked.

"Why would we have a plan?" Halfborn clapped him on his back.

Floor 19 charged into battle against the other einharjar; floor 19 worked as a team... Magnus practically felt sick, everyone was treating this as some game: singing, laughing, etc while they slaughtered people.

Magnus was counting on you and the rest of floor 19 since you all have been einharjar much longer before him... Gods, he really hoped you all knew what you were doing.