6.70 – Harkvalen

6.70 – Harkvalen

As Zoey went through her explanation, Astrid eyed her with an interesting mix of emotions. That 'cultural bluntness' seemed to extend into being easy to read: Zoey had little difficulty deciphering what she was thinking by her expression despite having just met the woman.

First up was curiosity and possibly even apprehension, undoubtedly thanks to Zoey's divine placement onto Rosalie's team. Zoey had been wrapping her head around what her circumstances meant these past few days, socially speaking, especially with the upcoming birth of her temple, but she doubted she'd ever fully adjust to the fact that Ephy's blessing made her in a real way something more than 'just' human. As was reinforced by the look Astrid was giving her. Not awe or worship or anything that ridiculous, but ... still something. She hoped it would go away as they got to know each other. It was an awkward first impression, in Zoey's opinion, being seen as a goddess's chosen.

There was also more mundane interest in her eyes as Zoey explained her class. That interest morphed to disapproval as she followed up with her lack of extensive combat training. Perhaps Enzo had already mentioned that, because she didn't seem surprised, only disapproving. Clearly, Astrid saw no excuse for Zoey's lack of lifelong vigilance toward becoming a warrior, and perhaps even she had silently lost some respect because of it. Zoey supposed she could empathize with the viewpoint. Astrid didn't understand what modern life had been like for Zoey, that even self-defense skills hadn't been all that necessary to learn, much less the sort of comprehensive training she'd undergone. And Astrid seemed to be from a warrior society even more intense than the average wayfarer, which was saying something.

There was also, finally, an appreciative look Zoey caught once or twice, idle glances that didn't seem intentional. A subtle signal that maybe her class's requirements might be compatible with Astrid. Though the looks were subtle, maybe even imagined, only there because Zoey was hoping to see them. In either case, Astrid wasn't overtly interested; it was a barely perceptible thing. And even admiration for her curves and a preference toward the softer sex wouldn't necessarily mean they were compatible, on an individual level. Still, Zoey found it promising.

Delta and Maddy gave overviews of their classes and skills next. Sharing abilities wasn't all that common upon first acquaintance, but this was no regular wayfaring team-up: they were owed a basic level of privacy, but arranging one of the prominent teams of their generation meant typical customs went ignored. They went further in-depth about their classes than most candidate teammates would.

Afterward, practical demonstrations took place. As was natural, Astrid and Rosalie were the first to step into the training area with their weapons bared. They would, after all, have a particularly close dynamic, with Rosalie's newest skill granting notable boosts when she fought alongside Astrid. And each of them was eager to get the other's measure simply as a matter of their natures.

With the two girls being the center of attention, Zoey had an opportunity to ask questions.

"So," she said to Maddy, who, as a Sovereign's daughter, was as close to as well-informed as Rosalie herself, perhaps. "The Harkvalen?"

Maddy stole a glance at Zoey, attention mostly occupied on the fight in front of them, in which the red-haired berserker was wielding her enormous dragon's scale as both defensive implement and weapon. The fight had broken out without hesitation. "Oh," she said. "Right, you wouldn't know of them, would you? Hm." She pursed her lips. "The Fractures are filled with more than just the two Highguilds and the Sovereign. Those three are the three major players, I guess you could call it, but there are smaller entities like the Harkvalen Clan. Their territory is only a single fracture, but it's one of the biggest known—tens of dozens times the size of Mantle's."

"Oh, wow," Zoey said. Mantle was already a large fracture, a decently sized realm in and of itself.

And of course she was good. That had been a given for the person Enzo chose to accompany his daughter—particularly the one given the position of guardian, who would be responsible for keeping her safe. But seeing a world-class talent demonstrate their hard-earned skill was always a breathtaking sight, and two of them at once was another matter altogether.

Another sense of surreality struck Zoey. How had she ended up with women like these on her team? She'd been getting that sense of insecurity less often, but it still arrived on occasion. She had a long way to go before she could stand shoulder to shoulder with Rosalie—or any of her teammates.

Finally, skills started to join the mix. Astrid's eyes darkened from their emerald green, gaining a tinge of what Zoey assumed was red, even if the minor calling of her bloodline only resulted in a dark green. A misty red bubble appeared around her which physically repelled Rosalie's attacks, allowing Astrid to go on the offensive. Rosalie started to rely on Reach, her spear bending and distorting in odd ways, attacking from angles that didn't quite make sense. A use of Impale shattered Astrid's Crimson Barrier, but the berserker was wise enough to not have relied on it: Rosalie's spear soared through the defense, but Astrid had positioned herself to deflect the blow, and not just that, follow up with an attack of her own.

The fight carried on for nearly a full minute, before finally, both of them tiring, Rosalie scored the first decisive blow. Her spear streaked out for Astrid's throat, the woman barely failing to deflect or dodge for once.

And then Enzo was there, Zoey not even having seen him move, holding both spear and shield in either of his hands, stopping the spar as both girls slammed to a halt, weapons frozen in time by the grip of the strongest man in the world.

"First blood to Rosalie," Enzo said, sounding pleased by the result.

He let go of their weapons, and they pulled back. Astrid seemed furious, eyes dark green, but despite that anger, she said in a calm voice: "Excellent. You're as good as I've heard."

Rosalie inclined her head cautiously. "You as well."

Astrid took a deep, stabilizing breath, and Zoey wondered how potent the mind-influencing grasp of a berserking skill was. How altered was her mental state, right now? And what did a lifetime of training even look like, when it came to such a thing? She was, despite the fury on her face, speaking with easy calm. It was a strange sight.

"Now," Astrid said, attention turning to the three spectators. "Demonstrations from the rest of you?"