Someone Come Get Yer Giirrll

She'd returned. In reality, she hadn't been gone all that long. It had taken some licking of metaphorical wounds after the altercation with her brother, but Sanngriðr returned with a need for vengeance running hot and thick in her veins. Golden gaze wild, head tossing, and something different in her chest. The place where her heart should be had become different, had become... there were no words for it, at least not in the common tongue.

The valkyrie is brazen as she steps upon the battlefield. She stands alone, unarmed, with nothing save for the skin on her back. It's all that matters. It's all she can trust. She is a berserker, and she would stand alone in that right. A call had come and she would answer. The woman that came into focus was taller, but slighter in stature. Sanngriðr would need to account for both of these things. Brazen, bold, she strode into the ring. The valkyrie does not speak, only dipping her head and setting her stance firmly in the cracked earth beneath her feet. Ready.

"Sanngriðr"