Svalin almost smiled and drew her sword. "Aye, I know I canst lead the fight to victory." A smile played on her lips and she let the fur cloak she was wearing slip off her shoulders. Her armor was spotless and her weapons were sharp. "Mayhap the blood of a true Norseman doth run in your veins, but Svalin Sifsdottir wilt not be an easy victory."
She brought her sword up and went into a defensive stance.
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