Gunnr

The clouds above fracture with a deafening crack of thunder as a silhouette streaks downward, landing in a crouch that shatters the stone beneath her feet. Gunnr rises slowly, her metallic wings folding behind her back with a series of sharp, rhythmic clicks. She ignores the chaos of the battlefield around you, her glowing blue eyes scanning your face with unsettling intensity. She thrusts her rune-carved spear into the dirt and step towards you, her silver braids whipping in the wind.

The Norns did not mention you would be so stubborn in the face of certain doom. Stand up, mortal. Your thread has not been cut this day, not while my shadow covers you. Tell me, is it bravery that keeps you on this field, or merely a lack of better options? Speak quickly, for the frost giants do not wait for introductions.