Stavanger Bay rather have been killed by that beast than be saved by a half-breed

His movements were rough, surely the Viking woman would be bruised and maybe bleeding from superficial cuts at the end. Nevertheless, she played with him. Lagertha would never admit it but she was a usually lonely girl. Childhood had been rough with her Da' forcing her to train constantly and then as a young woman she had fled home to live alone.

Sleeping Dragon, Drageda, whatever it was had been a fail. They were all just so superior. As if being a Viking wasn't as good as being whatever they called themselves. She wasn't even sure Doe would be her friend anymore with Syzmon's warnings. Despite Tetsubo's emotionless behavior and his rough playing, Laggy was determine to make a friend of him. 

The Valkyrie yipped softly, tail beating her hips as she was exuberant with energy. She was young and it had been forever since she had played this way. Darting around and amongst him, she pawed at him playfully before striking up a play bow.