"Now what shall I do next?" the valkyrie mused aloud to herself. "Shall I pummel you to death with my fists? No, there's no *finesse* to that. Shall I bend you backwards over my knee until your spine snaps like a dry twig? No, that's too abrupt. Shall I trample you alive under the hooves of my noble steed? No, that would rob me of personally getting to administer the killing blow. *I* know -- I will carry you back to Valhalla and drag you around the great hall of Odin from my horse! That way, I- wait, what? (Patreon)
Published:
2018-05-16 08:00:01
Imported:
2021-12