If this is what I think it is, then yes, I told you so. This is definitely the right path.Solveig lunged but not away—she lunged towards the giant hound that leapt out of the darkness at them.
Garmr, the hound that guarded Hel, pounced towards them, its enormous jaw filled with snapping rows of teeth, his blood-soaked coat of fur a horrible sight to behold.
Do we need to slay this mythical creature too, or can we just run?Westley asked, dodging a snap of rotting teeth.
You don’t think we can kill it, even after the Jormungandr?she asked, brow scrunching.
Considering the sea monster almost killed us both, I don’t want to chance it.
Her smile was feral.Where’s the fun in that?She took another step towards the beast, her dagger humming with electricity.
The fun will be in living to tell the tale, Sol.
She rolled her eyes.If you think we can outrun it, I’ll have to question your intelligence.
What other option do we have?
Solveig looked around the cave and an idea sparked in her eyes.
I don’t like that look.He really, really didn’t like that look.
Yes you do.
They jumped apart as Garmr’s paw swung between them.
No, that look had me swinging off a cliff over a chasm and smashing into a wall.
She pinned him with a glare.That was your bad idea, not mine.
Alright, smartass, what is it this time?
I’m going to distract it while you get to the top of the cave, and then we’ll collapse it. Just give me a shout and I’ll book it to the exit.
Westley gaped.Are you fucking kidding me?
Do you have a better idea?
He didn’t like when she asked him that.No, but that doesn’t mean we’re doing this one!
You’re welcome to run. I’m sure you’ll be a nice little treat for the monster from Hel.
I loathe you.
Solveig laughed, and her racing adrenaline seeped through the bond.
Fine, we’ll do it your way, but I’ll be the bait and you go collapse the cave, he surrendered, dodging the very sharp teeth still snapping at them. Solveig ducked and rolled right under the belly of the beast, dragging her sword through the coarse fur. It roared with pain.
Too late, she said.Get to the entrance.
Is that an order, General?
You bet your ass it is.
You love my ass.
I do, so don’t get it killed.
Would he ever win any kind of argument with this female?
