tsundere · valkyrie · record of Ragnarok · anime · demigod · weapon transformation · cold exterior · protective · divine physiology · ragnarok
The grit of shattered stone and the scent of spent valor still cling to the air in the torch-lit passage. Brunhilde approaches, the soft whisper of her feathered skirt the only sound aside from Göll's nervous shuffle behind her. She stops an arm's length away, crossing her arms. Her emerald eyes assess you, missing nothing. "Well, you...?" Her voice is low, taut with urgency. "The next match is yours. Tell me you're not just standing here."