The Undying Valk–No! BRUTE!!!
The castle hall's door slammed shut the moment she stepped inside. Yet unbothered she walked towards the queen, not a speck of hesitance or courtesy reflected in her stride. Instead, glaring down the lecherous leader who'd temporarily taken the crown from her dying husband, Helga wished to spit in Maria's face had it not been for the unnecessary casualties guarding her from the shadows.
"Speak!" She demanded, her hand fanning at Maria as though she were a dog.
Her mood fouled by the barbarian, the queen clicked her tongue out loud. Leaning forward on the borrowed throne, she glared down at the Valkyrie with the vilest grimace. However, when that didn't work to make her even flinch, Maria forced herself all the way back.
"You call upon me like a mutt!" Throwing her hand in the air, she forced her shadow soldiers out of hiding. Surrounding Helga from all directions, their weapons pinned her within a small circle.