Ber-serkr

 

With his blood on her tongue Valkyrie had never felt so alive and it took a great deal of effort to force herself to let go of him. But she did somehow and then he was up and talking again. Valkyrie watched, her expression nothing short of predatory, as he assessed his injuries.

He was embarrassed, that much was clear to her, and perhaps feeling a bit outclassed having tasted the fury of the berserker. This thought satisfied her. The bear was strong. She'd chosen her 'skin' well.

A flicker of amusement softened her hungry stare as she watched him retreat. She would take one final clawed swing at him before allowing him the escape he seemed so desperate for. "I called for a proper fight. If that is not for you, King, perhaps you should fight children instead."