The Knights stood still as Vali's eyes never left them. He was a daunting seven-foot man with power they knew nothing about. The Jarl had a deep connection with the gods of Satri, the light gods and the dark gods seemed to want to help him. He was favored, that he knew. However, knowing such a thing was dangerous, so Vali just embraced what was given to him to follow his destiny. Priscilla had been dealing with the transformation well. It was probably because she wasn't as strong as Vali was. perhaps the effects were easier on her own body. Unlike the Jarl who had gone through so much pain, he hardly remembered the day. When the titan had advised her not to eat the flesh, she fought the urge and said that human flesh seemed bland.
Still, the Knights stood. Vali slowly began walking forward, smirking the entire time. Now, this was a game worth playing. Vengeance is what was driving him but he had given in to who he was. He was a Viking and as such battle was all he truly knew. War. Suffering. It was apart of the process and there was no reason not to embrace it anymore. Priscilla mentioned that she no longer heard voices and immediately the Jarl knew it was the power she was given. Stopping in his tracks he turned to her.
"You should thank the gods for that." Turning forward he slowly began to walk towards his enemies again.
"You are free to leave." he said politely to the woman behind him whilst waving her off. He spoke in Icebergic so of course, she would not understand. Vali would teach her though.
"You may go, leave quickly." he said in Fiorian.
"I will be home in the coming days. I hope to see you then."Then if she would leave he'd finally speak to the Knights in front of them. They shook in fear. The man in front tried his hardest to be brave, alas the young Viking was not easy to ignore. Once Vali approached the shielded Knight, he leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"You and all of your men will die, however not today. Remember this face." he whispered in Icebergic. He didn't expect the Knight to understand him, but instead it was a means of revealing his ethnicity. His dark skin could have thrown many of them off. Then he stood straight again to speak to all of the Knights. In the distance, he could hear horses and metal clinking. The ears of Fenrir could not be deceived.
"Tell your superiors that a threat much greater than demons or angels has arrived. Tell them that Odin is here, and he will not leave until your king and your council is destroyed." He was no longer smirking. The man who first came to this country seeking peace as a means to an end of an ongoing feud was no longer who was standing before these knights right now. The Desiertan Jarl had sacrificed everything, but the gods did not want him to love this country. Suddenly a giant Wyvern cawed, swirling over the group of Knights and its owner. The Runes looked up in fear, unsure of what was about to happen. Val's Wyvern landed beside him, allowing his master to climb atop his back before flying away into the distance.
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