Only if you've got the blue face paint on, a kilt, and are prepared to entertain us with lighting bolts from yer bum. Lightning bolts, not fireballs, mind you.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to gather the Rohirim.
Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!
*Now feels compelled to re-read the Elder Edda. Again.*
See what you made me do there?