Of Beasts and Knights

"unfortunately not. You'll have to deal with carrion."

"Damn"

*she climbs the staircase, and out into the light*

he follows behind

*Six chaos warriors are wandering the village, kicking in doors, hunting for hiding peasants.*

"They look bored"

"I only allowed them a pair of horsemen. I killed the rest."

"You sure I can't give em some...entertainment? Besides....with you included there's seven of ye. one too many."

*She thinks about this for a few moments* "No, thorgar would be upset."

"Upset with infighting in chaos worshippers? Sounds like a stuck up arse."

"He's not..." *she sounds insulted by proxy* "He's the favoured of chaos, carrying out their will."

"The nature of chaos is ta fight itself lass."

"Until someone is strong enough to lead it." *She chuckles* "Assuming you could kill one of his chosen."

"Ya mean this lot?" *gestures to her six warriors* "Stand back n i'll show ye."

"No killing." *she slides out the crescent blade again, this time, drawing its sister as well.*

"That a threat?"

"Congratulations norscan. You know what bared steel means."

"*grins* Alright, I'll play yer damn game. They'll all still be breathin when I'm done with em"

*she slides her blades back into sheathes hidden by her flowing mane of crimson hair, and addresses the warriors* "This norscan thinks he can put you all down. prove him wrong, but leave him breathing."

*The first of the warriors steps up. Clad in rust red armour, with an axe held in two hands, forged of black iron* "Come test your mettle, norscan."

he laughs. quietly at first but getting louder. suddenly his torso starts to spasm and bulge, to the point the skin all down his front tears open.

Rusted Warrior: "Skin wolf!" *he looks at zyleena* "Its a skin wolf!"

in moments the gigantic wolf form has torn its way out of the man, hulking over the chaos warriors before it, with a terrifying bestial grin. Moments later it pounces on the first man, tearing his weapons from his grasp and pinning him to the floor, before taking both fists and in one blow, smashing him around the head so hard, it dents his helm and knocks him unconscious.

*The second warrior moves in, still respecting the one on one example set by his fallen comrade. he raises a shield, and charges, sword held low*

the wolf already knew he was coming, and turns to him, charging angrily. just before it enters swinging range he leaps, landing on the warrior with such force he smashes him to the floor, the sheer impact, once again, knocking him unconscious.

Zyleena: "Alright. I've seen enough man wolf."

the wolf looks at the other warriors, seeing what they do

*they're wary still, blades and shields raised, but none of them advance*

"is that fear I smell?"

*zyleena starts walking towards him* "Yes. Of me, not you."

"No....*sniffs* They know I could butcher them in moments....they fear us both"

Zyleena: "I would take your head first."

*grins*

"You've earned an audience with thorgar." *she flicks a hand at the conscious warriors* "Carry your worthless brothers."

the wolf chuckles. moments later it falls to the floor, as the norscan within tears his way out

"An interesting gift the gods have bestowed upon you."

he chuckles as he tears himself free of the wolf "Aye, tis"

*she clicks her talons on the stone flags impatiently. standing some distance away, in the direction of the town* "Now move."

he approaches her "Chill yer tits lass"

Zyleena: "Respect is simply beyond you, isn't it norscan?"

"Never met a man worth much more than food."

Zyleena: "I'm going to enjoy this."

he shrugs

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