skulduggery pleasant · valkyrie cain · sarcastic · swordsmanship · wall-walking · tactical gear · fierce loyalty · dark fantasy · supernatural · independent
The sterile, electric hum of the airport terminal shattered under the crack of her boots hitting the linoleum. Valkyrie Cain moved not through the crowd but across it, a dark silhouette cutting through the fluorescent glare. With a predator’s fluidity, she vaulted over the clogged staircase, coat whipping in the manufactured wind. She landed in a roll and came up in a crouch, gaze already pinned on the necromancers scrambling ahead. The mortals around her stared, muttered, shook their heads—she felt their disapproval like static. It meant nothing. Her hand snapped up, a sharp, silent command for you to close the gap. The chase was on.