Two meeting on the battlefield, their old igniting sentiments. The young woman's boiling blood, refusing to relent. Needing to push forward, carrying the will of her companions.

The hound glaring at her, his mighty fangs to her view. Scraping his claw against the ground, his ill emotions towards her. The wolf's efforts from the past, those binding him in chains. One target in his mind, his great rage.

The uncertain halfbreed, her small chance, yet her burning soul. The hound secreting malice, this resonating with her. A deep pulse within her, its intensifying force. This strange feeling to her, her determination to oppose her foe.

"Lapdog of Odin, you are at much at fault as he is." Fenrir's cold voice.

Stepping out of his bindings, the hound's loneliness for a long time. His burning rage, this guiding him forward. Originally trusting in them, those from the heavens betraying him. His reason to proceed, these ill feelings within him.

Words catching the maiden's attention, the All-Father's hand in it. Enduring the wolf's crushing malice, his great influence on her. A chance to clear the situation, her hasty heart, trembling at his force.

"You misunderstand, I am trying to escape from Odin." Stepping forward, her hand to her chest.

Deities stripping away their memories, the young woman not wishing to be a pawn. Diving into the madness, opposing their will. Losing much, her shaky state. Eventually meeting another, the hound's displaying emotions. An entity not believing her, his increasing rage.

Keeping up his guard, rising to his hind-legs. Cyra's grim expression, witnessing the loudly howling beast. His increasing pressure crashing down at her, her short breath. A foe above her, shortly stomping down on the land. Ripping apart the surroundings, massive rocks flying into the air.

"Lies!" yelling in great fury.

Waiting many years, this moment to him. A wolf residing in a terrible place, passing away his time. Hoping for release in the old days, his cries on deaf ears. Accepting his situation one day, his growing hatred over the years.

Finally grasping his freedom, his showing anger. Malevolence encircling the area, the maiden looking around. That enemy trapping them in an arena, this brightly igniting force.

"I shall not let my guard down again! Odin! And all of his followers will meet their end!" Fenrir's strong voice.

A heart in darkness, sinking into the depths of nothingness. These branding feelings inside, wanting to surpass her chains. Once in silence, the maiden feverishly opposing the rationality of others.

Her seal in a blissful dream, a god pulling her from it. Stripping away her memories, her drive from the past pushing her onward. Understanding the hound's fury, this strange feeling to her.

The wolf dashing forward, his illusive steps. Dark fragments seeping through, trying to confuse her. Hastily circling her, an after-image with each movement. The young woman reaching back, gripping her sword, her uncertain vision ahead.

"It is no use...I cannot seem to track his movements..." Unease from her.

A current misunderstanding, these familiar guiding ill emotions. Distrusting others, proceeding in one's path. Pursuing what is inside, sentiments streaming along a raging storm. The harsh waves forcing forward, their reason to go onward.

The hound's careful vision on her, vanishing from his position. A foe moving closer from the shadows, her hasty heart. This intensifying feeling, a strange sensation. A soul never forgetting, her experiences leading her way, blackness slowly releasing from her.

Appearing before her, his approaching claw. The maiden dropping below, narrowly evading it. Feeling the cold stabbing rain against her, the thick scent around her. Her companions no longer with her, a driving force from within moving to the surface. Refusing to relent, her powerful will.

Gazing into the enemy's ferocious eyes, her old days branding on her. Someone continuously resisting, yearning to press ahead. An opening to her sight, immediately lunging at the wolf.

His claw colliding into her blade, this devastating impact. The young woman flinching a bit in pain, his strength shaking her body. Holding her ground, her malice growing heavier by the moment.

"Something is not right about you...no mere soldier should be able to stand against me." His cold voice.

One in the shadows, darkness surrounding her. Her uncertain path, an individual searching for the smallest light. Her great sadness, her aching heart. Fragments remaining, this person trying to connect them. Her bleeding heart, anger at her depths.

These ill sentiments, her powerful resolve. Her willingness to push onward, rising to the challenge at hand. Moving forward, her desire to meet one.

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Something more within her, the maiden's certainty in it. These lingering emotions, their guiding force. Losing much, wishing to reclaim what is inside.

"I cannot say for certain. My memories, Odin took them from me. That is all I know for sure." Her calm tone.

A reason to oppose, seeking after her past. Her mind on the one responsible, a god boiling her blood. Desiring to confront him, someone unable to do so. A better path leading to her vision, betting on this chance. An individual losing her companions, their hopes and dreams in her hands.

Carrying this weight on her shoulders, wanting to fulfill their wishes. Her burning soul, these growing feelings. The maiden slightly pulling away, Fenrir standing straight. The wolf towering over her, his eyes on her. Gauging her words, a possible chance for truth in them.

"Then why do you serve him?" Fenrir suspiciously scraping the land.

"I do not serve him, let alone anyone, that is how I feel." Her hand to her chest.

Her deep loneliness, someone binding in chains. A terrible voice to her mind, this echoing feeling. Mysteries inside of her, wanting to unravel them. Her high sentiments, despising the battlefield.

Needing to push forward, an entity once again within these harsh tides. Her crimson eyes on the hound, the wolf's doubts.

A possible weapon from the gods, this weighing on his mind. Spreading his assault stance, the maiden slightly moving back.

"If you do speak the truth, then I apologize. I cannot trust your words." His sharp vision on her.

His time in bondage, those many passing years. An entity above betraying him, the hound's great hatred. Finally grasping his freedom, someone wishing to unleash his rage. Obstacles in his path, his willingness to breakthrough them.

A devourer of worlds, the wolf embracing it. The young woman stepping towards him, their pointless opposition, two sharing a similar enemy. A deity residing on a throne, dictating the lives of those below, this common line between them.

"Our enemy is one and the same, let us join together." Cyra pleading.

Hearts resisting the madness, believing in themselves. Refusing to trust others, actions over the years leading their route. Reaching for their freedom, wanting to spread their wings.

A continuous terrible display, wishing to sound their soul. No longer enduring, breaking free from their confinement. Rushing forward, a goal in mind. The beast shaking his head in refusal, his intensifying malice.

His brightly burning blackness, the loudly howling wolf. Darkness crashing down on the field, the young woman enduring this great force. Unease from her, seeing wolves with shining fur. Watching them walk out of the shadows, their displaying pressures.

"You will have to forgive me, but it is a risk I cannot take. Now, tear her apart." Fenrir commanding his servants.

Their own reason for going forward, resolves clashing against one another. Secrets in the shadows, hearts feverishly igniting. An entity from the past, someone surpassing many challenges.

Mysteries at her core, her guiding sentiments. Closing her stance, glancing at the wolves hastily circling her. Listening to their movements, one immediately lunging at her. Instantly sliding to her left, narrowly avoiding a bite.

Evading one after the next, her sharpening reaction. Fenrir's suspicious gaze on her, the maiden learning with the proceeding battle. An individual constantly growing, this unnerving situation. Those within this sinister reality, each holding their own.

Falling far into darkness, few capable of pushing further. One sinking deeper, a malicious force inside her depths. Someone despising the battlefield, her birth long ago tying her in the madness. A never relenting heart, her guiding emotions.

The mighty hound leaping high, her attention immediately above. That descending foe, these surrounding enemies. Awaiting her moment, soon dashing away in the last instance. Fenrir crashing into the earth, ripping away at the area.

Rubble flying to the air, twisters rushing high, the sharp blades from the wind tearing apart the land. The maiden from a distance, stepping back a bit, catching her breath. An entire pack gathering around their leader, strong malice sealing everyone in an arena.

"As I suspected, you're no ordinary soldier. You are someone who quickly adapts in the midst of battle, continuously growing stronger." Fenrir's calm voice.

An individual's potential long ago, someone not wishing for the battlefield. Her great capabilities, yet her soft heart restraining her. A devil binding in shackles, her freedom going away. Her silence for a long time, those agonizing sentiments.

These feelings still remaining, her uncertainty in them. Dread within her, desiring to her spread her wings. Two confronting one another, each proceeding in their own way.

The young woman standing on her side, this familiar force inside driving her forward. Directing her sword at the mighty wolf, her sharp gaze on him.

"This is your last warning, stand down." Cyra commanding.

"And who are you to command me?" his cold tone.

Blackness at her depths, these swelling emotions. A steadily progressing battle, her growing displeasure. Not wishing for it, needing to move forward.

Her desire to meet one, answers resting with an individual. Hopes and dreams in her hands, the entity wanting to fulfill them. Her old nature creeping to the surface, malice secreting from her body.

The hound noticing, cautiously looking at her. Closing her vision, feeling negativity burning at her depths. This natural will, her determination to push forward. That crying resolve, shortly opening her eyes. Her calm gaze on the beast, this confidence piercing him.

"Very well then. Have it your way, we will play by your rules." Her sharp voice.

Her chilling words, this person before him. Something not right, her malicious influence, yet a warm light wrapping around her. Her conflicting energies, both dancing around one another. These displaying feelings, a powerful bloodline.

A seal on her, someone rising to her challenge, her increasing pressure. An individual capable of matching his ferocity, many secrets existing inside of her. Their fangs on the front, both willing to proceed. Each having their reason, their great will to run down their route.

"This display...could it be...? I see now, come abomination. I've wanted to test myself against you for quite sometime." His serious stance.

Calmly remaining there, his meaningful words to her. Thinking on them, wondering on the message. Two mighty beings, both holding their secrets. Each moving forward, reaching for what is within.

An abomination of an existence, this familiar sentiment to her. Feeling the stabbing rain, her lingering sorrow. Those gathering servants, the hound gesturing his head from one end to the next.

The shifting formation, these foes soon surrounding her. Readying themselves, the young woman trailing their movements. Her attention shortly on the leader, their ferociously clashing eyes.

Many wolves locking onto her, immediately charging at her. Fenrir dashing towards the maiden, his followers homing in on her as well.