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The circle continued to rotate, picking up the pace until the blond giants were flung around like streamers on a carousel. Soon, the circle began to constrict, shrinking the spaces between the valkyries until they were forced into contact with each other.

Working at a brisk pace (for there was no knowing when the Valhallans would regain their energy and gang up on her again), she pulled out a half-conscious valkyrie and draped her over her knee, thereby arching her plump rear end to its best advantage. She then began to decorate the smooth buttocks with the florid curls, lines and dots of the ancient symbol.

When she was finished, she put the valkyrie aside and began with a new one.

Bramhilde was bawling like a baby, and Wei-Ling understood that her work was done. She slung the helpless valkyrie over her shoulder like a felled deer, breathing in the smell of her well-roasted buns, and then began walking back in the direction of the other, much greater, plume of smoke emanating from the battlefield.

When Wei-Ling returned to the location where she had left her friends, she was surprised to find all thirteen of the other valkyries heaped on top of each other in a great pile of ivory limbs and plump curves.

"You wouldn't dare! If you lay one hand on my bottom, I will-" *BBZZZTHWACK!* "OOOHHHHHH!!!"

"Looks like the little girl from Ass-gard got her ass into a bit of trouble," Wei-Ling said, raising up the sword and preparing for the first smack. "And now she's in dire need of a good, sound spanking."

Once again, the lightning-charged blade lashed against the jelly-like buttocks, leaving a crackling residue of electricity that hovered like a cloud around the shapely posterior.

She stepped back to admire the sight: the great Bramhilde, sitting obediently on her butt, great, swaying breasts jutting out, with her hands tied behind her back like some common criminal.

With a well-placed cut, she severed the proud valkyrie's pigtails, gathered them up and used them to tie the Valhallan's ankles together.

With an ear-piercing howl, the valkyrie flew to her feet, but Wei-Ling was not about to let her off that easily.

"Let's get a better view of that prime Valhallan cooch," the Easterner chuckled, and moved the tip of her blade between the parted ivory thighs until it came to a rest against the thick lips of the valkyrie's golden snatch. Immediately, the curly pubic hair caught fire and burned down like a thousand fuses, pricking the skin of the blond titan's pussy like a thousand tiny explosions. When the whole bush had gone up in smoke, Bramhilde's gleaming snatch was on full display, as white and smooth as the day she

"OOOHHHHHH!!" Bramhilde moaned, and performed an impromptu dance in front of her laughing adversary. Her red ass jiggled up and down as she flew around

"OOHH!! OOWW!! You're laughing now... EEK!!" Bramhilde panted as she tried to outrun the pain in her blushing bottom, "But remember... OOWW!! ... I'll just come back again... EEK!!... and again... OOHH!!... and again!!"

"Now you're simply asking for it," the Easterner laughed, and delivered a resounding smack across the warrior goddess' pearly white buns with the broad side of her sword.

With the sound of a thunderclap, steel and electricity vibrated through the shapely rump, and when Wei-Ling withdrew the sword, both buttocks were already glowing like a lantern.

The valkyrie landed clumsily on her back and quickly scrambled to her hands and knees, involuntarily jutting out her luxurious backside in the process.

Enraged, Bramhile stormed forth a third time. This time, Wei-Ling snipped off her last piece of clothing, baring the valkyrie's rear end and proud, blond bush.

When Bramhilde spun around again, she found herself perfectly naked, save for her skimpy white bottom.

"Fool! Even in this state, you are powerless to defeat me!" Bramhilde boomed, although her voice had lost a good deal of its former authority. She charged forth, jutting out her shoulder, with the intention of tackling the smaller woman to the ground.

Wei-Ling, however, simply stepped aside, cutting off the valkyrie's cape as she thundered past. The great white mantle was caught by the wind and fluttered away.

The next moment, the Easterner had gathered up the valkyries' wrists and tied them up securely with her own unbreakable girdle. "IMPOSSIBLE," Bramhilde declared, too stunned for verbosity.

Wei-Ling suddenly noticed something that she hadn't seen before: unlike the other valkyries, Bramhilde was wearing a thick, golden girdle inscribed with runes.

"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?

Next, Bramhilde put her in a steady bear hug, lifted her feet off the ground, and began to squeeze the air out of her lungs.

"Amusing," the valkyrie replied, cracking her knuckles. "Oh, how amusing. Your lack of humility will make your death so much more satisfying."

Soon thereafter, a boot came crashing down into Wei-Ling's back, *THWUMP!* -- once -- *THWAMP!* -- twice -- *SCHWACK!* -- three times, sucking every ounce of fighting spirit straight out of her feeble frame.

"Thanks for absorbing my fall," Wei-Ling said with a malific grin.

When Wei-Ling came back to her senses, she found herself at the bottom of a deep crater, staring up at a circle of blue sky.

With a tug and a kick, Bramhilde made a 360-degree turn and thundered forward, engaging Wei-Ling in a spectacular game of chicken race. Both women spurred their horses on, each expanding like an oncoming meteor in the other's field of vision

until finally the horses passed each other in the span of a thousandth of a second, at which point both combatants threw themselves out of their saddles and into each other's arms.

The two women -- mortal and demigoddess, Easterner and Westerner -- fell through the clouds in an intertwined mass, kicking and scratching each others' bodies all the way down.

"This is impossible!" one of the valkyries stammered. "Clearly, this under- fed wench must be in league with Loki himself to defeat us so easily!"

With girlish shrieks, the valkyries succumbed to gravity, plunging feet-first through the clouds with their Valhalla- proportioned tits pointing upward like malfunctioning compass needles.

"I'm actually not," Wei-Ling replied. "I'm just one step ahead of you all."

The valkyries turned her heads in alarm, but they were too slow -- Wei-Ling had already managed to swipe the left one's spear right out of her hands, and immediately shocked the other valkyrie's spear-hand with its electrified tip, causing her to drop her weapon with a howl.

The latter were riding side to side, with only a five feet distance between each other. Observing this, Wei-Ling instantly knew what to do.

Wei-Ling calmly turned around and steered the horse toward Bramhilde and her remaining two goons.

and sending her rocketing off into the distance like a missile warhead.

*BUH-DUUMM!!* The hooves struck the thrown-off rider squarely in her rear end, imprinting the mark of its adamant-covered horseshoes permanently on her ripe, snow white buttocks,

and then promptly judo-threw the baffled warrior goddess over her head.

The valkyrie made an arch through the air and fell upside-down into the air behind her steed, whose flaming hooves quickly closed in on her.

Without making as much as a vibration, Wei-Ling sat down on the horse (with her back facing the valkyrie), reached over her shoulders to grab hold of the Valhallan's long, golden pigtails

It didn't take long for her to spot the four supersonic silver flashes, riding in a line up ahead. Wei-Ling closed in on the valkyrie who had injured Nergui, who was riding last.

When the time was right, Wei-Ling aligned her horse diagonally behind the valkyrie's

Wei-Ling patted her on the shoulder, and then mounted one of the flying horses standing idly by, gave it a good kick and set off into the skies.

"By the tree of Bai-Ulgan, they got me!" Nergui remarked without seeming to be all that bothered by it.

"Please, Nergui," Wei-Ling implored her. "No heroic sacrifices. I need you for the final battle against Mariana and her henchmen."

"Well, that does it," Nergui mumbled. "Once you've seen an amorphous, screeching, outer-dimensional tentacle monster the size of the Pleasure Dome of Kublai Khan wreak havoc on thousands of naked women, you've pretty much seen it all."

Mariana smiled affectionately, but somewhat sadly.