Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5583506-20150315213224

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Lilja was however still in her apathy and just stared blankly out in front of her. The escort riding with her however struggled to get the door lock open.

"Form a wall!" snarled Ma'Khenro and pulled his sword. "Protect the Matriarch!"

The Ghost-Wolf warriors slammed their shields together as a volley of bolts began to come soaring down from unseen directions in the valley.

Valkyrie groaned in pain and clutched her hand tightly around the bolt shaft, pulling it out with a pained grunt as blood spilled. "Fuck!" she growled.

Juliana approached her with a shield on her back for cover. "Matriarch, we should..."

"Frostbite!" commanded Valkyrie.

"Pardon?!"

"Frostbite! My sword!"

"Matriarch, you are in no condition to..."

"NOW!" said Valkyrie strictly, and when she did there could be no arguments.

Juliana called for a nearby squire to fetch the ancestral greatsword of the clan and in short the boy arrived.

Valkyrie took it in her hand. She already felt like home. She ignored the pain from the bolt wound to the best of her abilities. It hadn't penetrated her flesh too deep since it had to go through her armor first. It still hurt like hell, but the damage it had caused wasn't enough to keep her down.

"Halvar Wide-Jaw!" she shouted and held the greatsword in one hand while she covered her wound with the other, dodging an incoming bolt.

"Matriarch?!" said the Nord who was awaiting orders.

"Find Hist-of-his-Kin! Tell him to advance with his Argonians up the eastern ridge! We will make a march to the west and flank them from the other!"

"Aye, Matriarch!" he said and disappeared out of sight in the chaos.

Valkyrie made a grimace of pain as blood began to trickle out from her armor. She looked somberly at Perdix. "I want you to stay here, Perdix. I can't have you out there..."