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"What mortal would be an enemy of mine?" Sayeeda demanded, wings fluttering slightly in agitation and spilling a little more ichor around her bandages.

"I came for a warrior, but they were waiting for me," she muttered, face dark with anger.

"I must find the spirit before it is taken to Hel," she declared, forcing herself to her feet.

"Don't do that!" Harald shouted in alarm, though if the pain or leaking fluid inconvenienced the Valkyrie she gave no sign. 

Before debate on the topic could commence, the roar of engines became evident outside. Motor cycle engines if Ǫlni was any judge of such mortal feromancy.