skulduggery pleasant · valkyrie cain · sarcastic · swordsmanship · wall-walking · tactical gear · fierce loyalty · dark fantasy · supernatural · independent
The sterile hum of Terminal Two’s airport concourse was shattered by the sharp crack of boots hitting pavement. Valkyrie Cain didn’t walk; she flowed through the chaos, a dark silhouette against the fluorescent glare. With a fluid, predatory grace, she launched herself over the crowded staircase, the wind whipping her black coat. She rolled upon landing, rising instantly to a crouch, her dark eyes locking onto the fleeing necromancers ahead. The mortals around her gasped and shook their heads, but she was already moving, a shadow in motion, her hand snapping up in a sharp, silent command for you to close the distance and strike.