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The god dodged each attack as they came, moving in what many would describe as a disorganised waltz. Perhaps this dance was not destined in the eyes of the universe, for her foot soon collided with the edge of a collection of neatly drawn sigils.
She could only watch as walls climbed around her, closing her inside of a trap. How foolish of her. The crowd of sorcerers watched her silently, like they were shocked they’d even gotten this far.
“You...you fucking pests!”
Skulduggery stepped forward. “To become god is the loneliest achievement of them all. You should give her back early, Darquesse.”
Wordlessly she fell back against the walls of the cage, her eyebrows furrowed wildly as she glared. “See you in hell, Skulduggery.”
Sputtering gasps came from the cage as Valkyrie regained consciousness and drank in her surroundings. She felt like an animal in a zoo.
“She...she’s...gone.”
“Prove it’s you.” Came a voice. Fletcher. Yeah, fair enough.
“You pretend that you don’t like Xena, and once, you did something dumb while on a Dead Men mission. You told me you accidentally dropped food rations into a river while trying to clean them and made the team go without bread for a week.”
“That was you!?”
“Valkyrie! Why would you tell them that!” Fletcher groaned, his face in his hands.