a thirst for battle surged through the shieldmaiden’s veins,
        trepidation conquered by her unyielding courage. this raid
        was similar to the rest, invading to gain what treasures lied
        beyond foreign walls but the moment cries for salvation would
        grace her ears as they leapt from the throat of a defenseless
        woman, valor would take root once more. in mere moments,
        Lagertha emerged separate the predator from his prey, urging
        the female to run as her elbow collided with the viking’s jaw
        exerting considerable force. & while he fell to the dirt, her line
        of sight rose to meet that of a man she did not recognize, one
        who was strangely captivating. there was something oddly 
        reminiscent of divinity about him.  

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                                                            ( still within a territory that was
                                                              not Kattegat, the unknown caused
                                                              her fingers to curl around the hilt
                                                              of her blade, suspicious to trust one
                                                              she was not acquainted with. )

                   ❝ —— who are you? ❞

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