death is the mother of beauty. and what is beauty? terror.
The evasion was equally pathetic, if she’d tried at all. Sputtering through the snow, knocked back a step by the blow to her shoulder, Ru laughs good-naturedly at the devastatingly precise attacks. “I’ll have your hide before she does for that,” she laughs, and with a flick of her fingers arcs a snap of lightning right at the young man’s hip. Closest she could get from this angle to his ass.
Wiping snow off her face, now damp and red with the chill, the Valkyrie turns and throws the axe one last time - letting it stick dead center in the round splitting wood against the spa. Dusting her hands and flexing out the cramps, the Valkyrie walks over to Tal and bumps shoulders with him amiably. “Thank you for taking the time to help me train dearest,” she simpers, expression warm. “Now get out of here before your skin is really on the line.” Winking, she departs from his side, and waves him goodbye from the front steps of her spa.
- Fin
Wiping snow off her face, now damp and red with the chill, the Valkyrie turns and throws the axe one last time - letting it stick dead center in the round splitting wood against the spa. Dusting her hands and flexing out the cramps, the Valkyrie walks over to Tal and bumps shoulders with him amiably. “Thank you for taking the time to help me train dearest,” she simpers, expression warm. “Now get out of here before your skin is really on the line.” Winking, she departs from his side, and waves him goodbye from the front steps of her spa.
- Fin
