On the battlements
Svalin paced back and forth on the battlements. Her warrior's heart and blood roared in her veins and demanded she be on the field of battle and fighting the enemy, but duty kept her out of the action. She had been in a foul mood since talking to her grandfather and not being on the battlefield was making it worse. Duty was a heavy burden to bear.
She wanted cold Asgardian steel in her hands and the warm blood of the enemy running into the ground. Even the sting of enemy weapons biting into her flesh was missed.
"Keep firing! Distract the trolls and giants!" she yelled to the archers. "Cover the left flank!" she yelled to her sister Valkyries. She watched them swoop down to support the left flank of warriors.
Tactics were not usually something Asgardians employed in battle, but Svalin was a rare Asgardian who thought through a battle. Her time on Migard had been spent reading and studying battle tactics. Asgardians were great fighters, but most of the time they weren't smart fighters. It could mean the difference between victory and annihilation.
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