⠀ —— ❝𝑾𝑬’𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑮𝑶𝑻 𝑨 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑼𝑺, 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑾𝑬’𝑹𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻. ❞

my land and castle is too far away from valkenheim. . what use would it have ? besides. . she never asked about it.” slight shift, lying back. “just ask your blackstone questions already-“

“my own metal armor and chain mail pierced and dug into my skin-“ she hissed, wincing in pain as her cover is lifted to reveal the dark bruising and fresh scabs of where her armor dented & cut her. “i was defending my castle and lands from raiders. .”

head turned to the voice, seeing the mother viking makes her still. one hand on her ribs, like it could ease any pain. “. . . i have not bothered your little runt for a while, so why are you here ?”

low growls let out under her breath, frustrated with the pain tonight. . how she can barely move on her own.

pained wince, shifting around on her couch, trying to get comfortable

your blood is delicious. i'm addicted.

uh, no* ☝️ not all* knights speak like 𝘩𝘦𝘳

what use is she, if she can’t do anything ? elvira is meant to be at her warlords side.

what more can she do ? besides sit and lay around doing nothing. . can’t train, can’t fight, ( can’t go out and torment people )

being forced to sit and rest to recover. . . has been torture. torture is not fun if she is not the one doing it to someone else

┊┊ finally got the solo of how elvira got hurt 💃🕺 she got beat up by my jorm babey 😌✨

and memory a blur after that. . not even fully conscious as apollyon had come to her rescue. ordering their subordinates to protect them & get her carried away & back to the castle.

hammer slammed down to her ribcage. a brutal impact that landed with a sickening, muffled crunch. metal plating dented and chain mail stuck in broken skin. sword lost from her grasp as pain tore a raw cry from behind her helmet. body turned as she writhed in pain, vision —

sent her fully onto her back. suddenly looking up at the sky after her. ears ringing from her head hitting the ground. there was no time to react. even as she barely heard apollyon shout her name. maybe even warning her to move. her mind didn’t process it until after the—

press forward swinging the hammer, which is only barely blocked each time. every strike pushing elvira back and lose balance. a kick to the gut, then a shoulder grabbed as she bent forward . . the last thing she heard was a guttural scream before the hammer slammed into her &—

to crash into her breastplate. which makes elvira stagger backwards, boots not made to walk on ice slip. making her lose balance while she had lost her breath in that split second. the knight stumbled and gasped for air, leaving her guard down for too long. letting the viking—

and there but unbothered. never giving up space. when the hammer was swung, elvira caught it, at the cost of the impact making her arms shudder from the force. pins & needles shot down her arms to her shoulders. weakened hands gave just enough of an opening for the hammer—

planted, shoulders square, her blade angled & used with wide swings to maintain distance. controlling the spacing & exploiting weak points to her favor. the jormungandr didn’t flinch, simply twisted her body or stepped aside to avoid the brunt of a strike. a few cuts here —

fought. elvira held her ground well, ending her opponents swiftly. . until she faced a jormungandr. the warrior woman and elvira stared each other down as the woman crossed the field to her. a mutual salute of respect exchanged. elvira kept her textbook knight stance, feet —

snow and ice, had never been planned, however. . the winter has been especially awful as of late. each day brought new snow, more layers of ice. it made the fight difficult but not impossible. steel rang against iron. the clashes of metal filled the air as knights and vikings —