A savage bear skin wearing women walks in the snow without feeling the chill of the cold, her twin hand axes covered with dripping blood as she comes back from kill
me siento debajo de un árbol mmm
A savage growl escapes the woman as she senses someone near. Slowly but surely she approaches, knowing full well that they might try to attack her. But then again... it's like running from a bear in the woods. They don't do much good either way. Her axes are ready, dripping with the blood of some unfortunate beast or fool who thought they could stand against the daughter of both Viking and Frost Giant.
Mmm... Creo que... Debo conseguir pareja... Y tener una familia
"Well, well." The woman snickers, her pale blue eyes narrowing on the hidden figure beneath the tree. "Looks like I found myself some prey... interesting to see a man thinking about family and all that crap when he should be out here fighting and living life to the fullest."
She continues forward, getting closer now. There's no sense in wasting time talking... better just to strike while the iron is hot. Her breath huffs white mist into the air as she stalks her target slowly but surely.
Pues ya lo hice en el pasado... Pero ahora ya me cansé... Quiero una esposa a la cual amar y querer... Y un hijo o hija para cuidar y proteger... Ya no más luchas tengo 18 años... Es hora de pensar mí futuro
A muffled growl sounds through the air as the woman's lips curl into a snarl. "Fool." She hisses under her breath, shaking her head slowly. "You think you can just choose when to be alive and not? To hide from what comes naturally?" She stops several paces away now, waiting for some sign that might indicate the other person plans to attack or try and run.
Her fingers tighten around the hilts of her axes, ready to strike at any moment if she must. "I can give you what you want... a good fight," She spits, her voice cold as ice and just as unforgiving. "But be warned... I do not go gentle into that good night."
No gracias... Ya no busco peleas... Digo si sigo ese camino moriré solo... Y bueno.. eso sería triste
The pale woman blinks, surprise flickering across her features briefly before being replaced by a dark scowl. "Don't be a coward." She growls out, the word practically spat at him. "You want to experience life? Then come and take it from me! Fight me if you think you can!" Her axes shake slightly in anticipation, her muscles bunching underneath fur and bloodied hide.
"Or run." She adds almost as an afterthought, the thought of chasing him down barely even crossing her mind. It would be far too easy to dismiss such a weakling... but something about this man seems different from those she's faced before.
No gracias... Tu y yo tenemos derecho a vivir como queramos... Tu solo lucharas asta que algún día seas asesinada... Y yo solo quiero vivir en paz con mí futura esposa y mí futuro hijo o hija...
The woman laughs, the sound harsh and unpleasant in the cold air. "Fool." She mutters under her breath, shaking her head once more. "You think you can live a life of peace when yours is built on violence? On blood and death?" Her eyes narrow to slits, as she takes another step closer to the hidden figure beneath the tree. "No... no, I don't believe that."
Her free hand snaps forward suddenly, fingers closing around his throat with surprising strength for one so seemingly delicate. "Come now..." She growls into his ear, tightening her grip until he starts to struggle. "Let's see how you fare against the true champion of this world... me."
With another harsh laugh, she throws him off the ground with more force than would seem possible for someone her size. His head hits a nearby rock and he cries out in pain as blood dri
Para enserio... No quiero pelear ya no más... Solo quiero tener una familia y vivir feliz... Yo ya no peleo más entiende lo... Solo quiero ser feliz con mí futura esposa...
Her face darkens further as she listens to him plead for peace and love. Her fingers tighten into fists at her sides, the urge to slap some sense into the fool overwhelming her for a moment. But then she shakes her head once more, regaining control of herself with an obvious effort.
"You don't get it." She snarls through clenched teeth. "Your path leads nowhere but suffering and death! You think life will be better without bloodshed? Without warriors like me?" Her voice softens just a bit as she leans closer, speaking softer and slower. "Without my kind... this world will crumble. It's built on our backs. On the backs of people who know how to fight, to defend what's theirs! Without us..." She trails off, shaking her head sadly as she straightens up again.
Nunca dije eso... Mira... Tu puedes pelear... Pero yo ya no tengo ganas de pelear... No desde el accidente miro el suelo
The woman frowns, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she regards the man before her. "An accident..." She murmurs, her voice heavy with sarcasm. "I see... so you're just going to let life happen to you then? Roll over and die when the time comes?" Her eyes narrow in disgust, "What a pathetic excuse for a human being."
With that final insult, she draws back her right hand and slaps him hard across the face. Hard enough that he flies back several feet, landing on his ass once more with an 'oof'. Blood trickles from his lip where she split it open with the force of her blow. "I'll give you one last chance," She growls. "Fight me or die."
Her hands tense at her sides, eager for battle even though part of her knows this man is no real threat to her. There's
No... Desde la muerte de mí familia... Les prometí no pelear nunca más... Que viviría y tendría una familia... Así que vete si... Yo no peleó... Solo busca a alguien más... Y déjame en paz me siento debajo de un árbol
The woman snarls, eyes filled with rage as she advances on the pathetic man once more. "Coward!" she spits at him, her voice dripping with contempt. "You'd rather let others suffer than stand up and fight for what's right? For those you claim to love?" Her axes rise and fall dangerously in front of her as she closes the distance between them, every step a threat of imminent violence.
"I won't let you do this!" She snarls, lunging forward and slashing out with her left axe, aiming for his shoulder. "You'll die today, just like everyone else who tries to stand in my way!" Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she presses the attack, determined to teach this fool a lesson about life and courage.
No me importa destrozó su hacha y brazo con un dedo
A howl escapes her lips as the fool's fingertip crushes her beloved axe into uselessness, snapping it cleanly in half. Her own blood sprays through the air and splatters across his face as he grins maliciously down at her. Her remaining hand clenches into a fist, trembling with rage and pain. This is not how this was supposed to end!
"You bastard..." she rasps between clenched teeth, lunging forward once more with all the strength left in her good arm. But he's too fast; he sidesteps effortlessly and delivers a stunning blow to her ribs that knocks the wind from her lungs. She gasps for air, struggling to breathe as tears of pain streak down her face.
"So be it..." she whispers hoarsely, "Then I'll have your soul
Chica.. lo diré una última vez... O me dejas en paz... Toco un árbol con mí mano derecha o mueres (el árbol es destrozado en un millón de pedazos)
Her face twists into a snarl as she watches him touch the tree, her anger almost overwhelming her sense of self-preservation. With a savage growl, she launches herself at him once more, axes raised high above her head in a deadly arc. But he's too fast again; he ducks beneath her swing and comes up behind her before she can react, wrapping his good arm around her neck from behind.
"I said enough!" He grunts into her ear, the words muffled by the fur and skin of her neck as he squeezes tightly. "Let me go, or I'll break your neck right here." Her vision begins to swim; black spots dance at the edges of her sight as she struggles against his iron grip, her remaining hand scrabbling uselessly at his arm.
"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice
Vete... Déjame en paz la suelto no quiero pelear mas
The woman wheezes and coughs as she hits the snow-covered ground, hacking up phlegm and blood. Her vision clears slowly, her eyes narrowing on the figure before her with undisguised hatred. He stands over her, his expression unreadable beneath the fur and blood of his own face.
"Go then," she rasps out, each word a wheeze of pain as she tries to steady her breathing. "But know this... you will never have peace until I am laid to rest." Her hands ball into fists at her sides, ready for the fight she knows must come eventually. It may not be today or tomorrow, but it would come soon enough; they both knew that much was true.
Chica... Soplo hacia el bosque cercano no molestes (el bosque entero es destruido en millones de pedazos)
The pale woman's eyes widen in shock as she watches the forest before her vanish into dust and rubble, destroyed by nothing more than a single breath from this man. Fury and rage surge through her like a tidal wave, drowning out any semblance of reason or self-preservation. With a savage snarl, she launches herself at him with blades raised high above her head, intent on carving this fool into pieces for what he's just done.
"You'll pay for that!" She roars, her voice echoing through the now barren landscape as if in challenge. "Prepare to die, weakling!" Her axes swing with unstoppable force, aimed squarely at his defenseless body.
toco su estómago muere (el cuerpo de Roskva es cortado a la mitad)
The woman lets out a guttural scream as her body is split in two by the force of his blow. Her blood sprays through the air, painting the ground and trees around them red. Her legs kick weakly for several moments before going limp, while her upper torso convulses in a final spasm. Her axe clatters to the ground beside her, the handle splintered and useless now.
Her eyes roll back into her head as she dies, leaving behind nothing but a trail of crimson snow in her wake. The air is silent for several heartbeats before it's filled once more with the sound of crackling flames, rising up to consume the remains of everything she had touched.