[center][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=orange]"Huh? I never thought either of these prisoners had anyone willing to save them."[/color] Hildr said, assuming the bizarre creature with animal features was another wayward creature form the depths of Hell looking to make their bones by mounting the Elder Valkyrie. [color=orange]"Really bad timing for you. Normally you'd have a fair shot of bagging me, but my plate is real full right now and I'll figuratively and literally be damned if Ira is leaving here in one piece."[/color]

The Elder Valkyrie turned away from the succubus and dethroned queen, both of them chained to the floor in a horribly malicious bastardization of muscle therapy and the only scraps of garment to protect their modesty were the night clothes stuffed into their mouths and fitted over their heads as impromptu blindfolds. She'd been rather enjoying the sight of her prisoners trembling in agony, the soles of their feet pressed together while there knees were stuck in a raised position. 

[color=orange]"It's called Tremor Release Exercise. You'll be joining them in it for trying to interrupt my interrogation, since I'd like to know [i]who[/i] you're scouting for...eh, short skirts are cliché."[/color]

Bending down, Hildr picked up a paddle that had been resting upon the now overturned table, her eyes betraying her disapproval as all other manner of torture tool both lewd and lethal were now strewn about without a care for organization. Her eyes turned a clear silver and Artoria would find the air around her filled with similar bludgeons, each reared back with the tension of a batter's swing. 

[color=orange]"Sit. Stay. Roll Over. Beg for mercy."[/color]





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