He wore pigmented skins of beasts fitted around his hips,
a sword rests against the wall.
He is a fighter, a possible berserker.
“Who be it?”
“Depends. Friend or foe, the choice is up to you.”
“I am Xandria. Little mortal, tell me, what do you know of the highest realm? Who is your god?”
“I have no god.”
“Then who were you shaking your fist at?”
“The faceless entity who threatens humanity.”
“Isn’t it humans who threaten humanity?”
“Aye. But human problems are ours alone. Gods should know their place.”
“Now you are a human worth getting to know.”
“Know ye your place and leave whilst ye can.”
“And if I don’t?”
Before she could react, she was caught by the throat.
“Do ye understand now?”
“You have the speed of a god. Who are you?” she inquired, deliciously suspicious.
“You don’t want what you’re after, I can promise you that.”
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