Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141225000533/@comment-5583506-20141225211441

When Valkyrie had jerked Frostbite out of the pinned elf she slowly turned around to face a formation of Thalmor agents.

She counted up to nine of them, but she was too engulfed with battle in her mind that there could likely have been more... or less... it didn't matter. They would all perish either way.

"Shields up!" shouted a Thalmor who seemed to be the commander of the formation unit.

And the elves responded by locking their shields together in a seemingly impenetrable barrier.

"Forward!" commanded the leader as the unit slowly began to march against her.

Valkyrie rested the tip to the ground as she playfully spinned the greatsword around while thinking of a strategy to break through their wall. She had been in worse situations, but she knew nonetheless that a shield wall was indeed an obstacle that one shouldn't take lightly. Slightest mistake and she would be a dead woman.

Somewhere in her mind she remembered her uncle Torsdolk's tactic. The man had been a furious berserker and knew how to break the enemies morale as well as their equipment. She nodded. She knew precisely what to do...

"Prepare to..." The commander's voice was cut short when he saw the Nord coming at them with the tip of the greatsword pointing straight out as if she was trying to skewer them. "What the...?"

She felt the air rushing by her as her boots trudged through the snow rapidly, increasing speed with each passing second. Frostbite was locked on its target and came swooping in like an arrow fired from a bow. Ready to deal a devastating blow.

The Thalmor looked confused at each other, not knowing what the woman would do in such an overpowered situation. Her strategy seemed foolhardy, but they couldn't help but feel that there was more to her reaction than met the eye.

"Men! Kill the..."

With a deafening crash, Frostbite's tip penetrated the commander's shield in the central area, sending a stabile shockwave which caused his shield to shatter into splinters. Fragments and shards flew backwards and buried themselves deep into his skin and flesh, causing the commander to stagger back into the formation. Chaos arose when the nearby Thalmor witnessed their leader tumbling to the ground filled with pieces of his own defense.

Their awe was exactly the reaction she wanted. While still focusing on the loss of their leader they were to blind to realise that the berserking Nord had already placed herself sideways of their formation and was no charging straight for their wrists. Unable to encounter her attack in time they soon felt how the greatsword cut through their hands and defenses from the side, rendering them paralyzed in confusion.

Their formation broke up as each Thalmor agent separated from each other to avoid the incoming blow. This made it all alot easier for Valkyrie to begin hunting them down one by one. Torsdolk's strategy had worked flawlessly, but it was also a great gamble, seeing as anybody could have reacted differently and instead remained steady and deadly. This was not the case for the Thalmor however.

The already mutilated Thalmor crawled away in agony with blood pumping out of their severed wrists. She didn't need to focus on them, they wold bleed out in a matter of minutes or less. The Thalmor which had broken up tried to assume control of the battlefield once again, but to no avail. Chaos was indeed a powerful tool.

One Thalmor fell after the other as Frostbite leapt left and right; cleaving, chopping and slicing through flesh and armor. When she was done there were at least thirteen Thalmor lying dead in the freshly red-painted snow.

She proudly kissed the blade and didn't mind the elven blood on her lips. Frostbite didn't even have a scratch on it...