Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170108071844

"Stop her!! Somebody stop her or -"

The Valkyrie gives only a moment’s look of surprise as the lance of light passes through her torso. An instant later, she explodes into golden dust, her mana returning to heaven where she is born anew.

She is but one of dozens.

Antoinette pivots and thrusts, her javelin finding its mark again and again. With a shout she swings her shield, batting away a sword here, parrying there. She is everywhere at once, and still it is not enough.

Her defense is incredible. A lesser warrior would have fallen an hour ago. But now, her once beautiful armor hands from her body in shreds and battered plates, swatched with blood. Her own blood, for the Valkyries do not bleed. Great crimson rivulets run down her thighs, her spear arm bruised from dozens of parried blows that should have neen fatal. Her beautiful blonde hair drips with sweat.

She can no longer fly. One of her pure white wings hangs shattered. She tried to escape to warn them. But now, it was impossible. Her head swam with the loss of blood, her breath coming in raspy heaves.

With a primal cry of defiance, she slashes and thrusts, always attacking, never giving in to defense. She has nothing to lose now. She attacks again, and again, and again.

She is a magnificent warrior, without peer. And she is dying.