Having finished her task of dressing the Ostrogoth's wound, Yngvildr is about go - she needs to find clothes more suitable for fighting – when she hears a loud thump behind her. She turns around to see the massive structure of the guy lying unconscious on the floor. She sighs. Maybe he suffers from more than just that wound, maybe a Vandal hit him with a club on his head?

Well it can't be helped. As she is not able to lift this bearlike man herself she summons a few of the kitchen aids for help. With joint forces, they manage to drag him into one of the private rooms and get him into bed. More cannot be done for the poor guy at the moment.

The window of this room offers a good sight over the battlefield, although the clouds are very thick and dark now. Yngvildr sees Thiudareiks and his men starting a desperate attack against the Vandals whose number is much bigger than they usually thought. And she can see Kon gathering some others when all of a sudden a dark figure on a jet black horse dashes through the fighting men like a Valkyrie. The Vandals seem to be startled by what they will certainly regard an ill-omen….. The defenders make use of this moment of irritation and go at them with all their might.

Yngvildr wrecks her brain, thinking so hard about what she can do to help the men. She sits down on the floor, clutches the Mjøllnir hanging around her neck, and gradually becomes absorbed in a trance-like state. She invokes Thorr, the great lord of thunder and storm, she invokes the Valkyries asking to bestow the victory to the brave men of the Boar. She invokes the landvættir, the spirits of the place, calling for help.

A huge crash of thunder brings her back to herself. The dark clouds finally open their floodgates, and the most horrible rain falls down on the heads of the fighters….