"Are you sure this is the fearsome Valkyrie you fought? She appears so pitiful, nothing like what I thought when Yraka came out without limbs and with a hole blown in his ribcage, and you shanked by a sword."
"She" curled into what humans call a fetal position on the ground, and rocked herself slowly while tears continued to fall. Her brain tried, and failed, to formulate arguments and words to plead for her life.
Her new master scowled at those words, but the one who answered was the Ancient. "She is a Valkyrie. They are fearless until they face Fenrir or Skoll. This is when they break and become like this. There are other beings capable of adding this effect, myself included."
The ancient bragged. True words cut through her mind, and her body curled harder. "So they are cowards. This thing was in the egg, seriously? I thought something cute would exit it, not a genocidal full-grown woman. This is such a letdown."
