The mobile city crumbled under constant fire and battle against the Valkyries, hunters and supernaturals fought tooth and nail to defeat at least one Valkyrie, as the fairies above them halted an aerial onslaught from happening, the flying winged creatures meeting Odin's maidens once for once.
On the horizon, a red typhoon cleaved its way through the Valkyries, attacking and parrying at the same time as the hardened battle machines flocked around him like moths to the flames.
A smaller, diminutive fairy fought on her lonesome, mimicking the natural disaster-like movements of Yraka, the Valkyries halting in their steps when they felt for the first time a feeling they should never taste: passion and love, emanating from the redhead's axeblades, halting in their movement and dropping their shields because of the alien feeling inside them.
