When the call came, the viking woman's first reaction was to swear softly beneath her breath. She had been expecting the Olympus schlampe to come after her - it was hard not to expect it when Virgil had said it straight that she intended to kill Katja if she didn't release the children, and since Katja had made no move to release them... yet this was not the Olympian coming after her but Yfir.
Annoyingly clever.
The white-hot surge of anger was swiftly tamped down as the viking loped to meet the woman who intended to challenge her for her pack. Freya be with me in my trials, she asked in silence, reaching out to the gods of battle. Tyr guide my fangs that I may rend my enemy asunder.
She slowed to a walk, and then she was among them, her enemies. Whatever Virgil may have been expecting the viking did not attempt to hide her approach or to attack. She moved confidently through the small group to face the challenger, head and tail held high and mercury gaze cool and imperious. "Sta kvinne. I had almost believed you had abandoned your family again already." Despite her words there was nothing bantering about her icy tone or the way she hawkishly studied her enemy. "I shall not waste time trying to persuade you against this challenge. Lo, kaller de meg.
De byr meg ta min plass blant dem.
I haller av Valhalla
Hvor den modige kan leve evig.." She slipped into a warrior's stance, indicating her readiness for this battle.
