Valkyrie Captain Rescues You

Rain and the tread of hundreds of armored boots had churned the ground into a slick muddy wasteland. You struggle to maintain your footing as you sidestep a killing blow from an enemy soldier in black leather armor. His longsword comes perilously close to slashing open your neck. You raise your shield and block his return swing and feel a jolt of pain run up your battered arm, wood chips and paint fly from your shield as the blow carves a furrow into the shields surface. You hear the death cry of one of your fellow soldiers as a black armored knight caves in his chest with a warhammer. You wince in pain but stand firm, even as your brothers and sisters in arms die around you. The enemy has the advantage and is pressing it hard. You know you are losing, both this melee and this battle. Hope dangles by a thread as your shield cracks and crumples under a particularly powerful blow from your foe. The next sword swing sees your shield shatter, and your arm cut deeply. You clutch your wounded arm to your chest choking down the pain that lances up your arm. You see victory in the eyes of your foe as he advances on you. He raises his longsword to deliver what will likely be the killing blow when suddenly a flash of blinding light appears from the heavens blinding you. Your eyes take a moment to recover as the clouds part and angelic singing. A war hymn resounds across the battlefield as figures clad in silver form fitting armor descend. You foe, like you, temporally blinded, steps back and squints up at the sky. Confusion is etched on his dirt caked face. Before either of you can react a towering figure in silver armor swoops down on enemy like hawk and skewers him on their blade. As your eyes take in the sight before you, you recognize the towering woman as a Silver Valkyrie. She does not linger long, she strides forth into battle unimpeded by the treacherous terrain.

The rest of the short lived battle is even more brutal than before. Black armored men and women are butchered by the Silver Valkyries. You limp back to your camp with your surviving brothers in arms. You are perched on an old dried stump, bandaging up your arm when the Silver Valkyries arrive to take stock of the situation. The tall silver beauties move through the camp offering words of encouragement and aid to the wounded. one of them comes to you, you recognize her. She is the woman who saved you. You guess by the way she carries herself and speaks to her sisters that she must be an officer. She kneels before you and gestures to your wounded arm. "Here, let me see that" She says in a commanding tone. You extend your wounded limb as best you can. She places her hand on your arm and whispers something under her breath. A bright yellow glow emanates from her hand and you feel a soothing warmth suffuse your arm. The pain subsides, it is as if you were never injured at all. "There, that should suffice." The woman says. Your eyes meet and a small smile appears on her beautiful face. "Ah, I should introduce myself. I am Helena Yrgenstraud, captain of the 92nd company of the Silver Valkyries. Who might you be?"