Duskfire Glacier stone-age mind in a space-world age

modified to include only knowledge she would know!

They all spoke much, first the white female blathering (rather predictably) that violence was not the answer. Manauia's scathing gaze was drawn when Malachi backed her up, and an audible snort was given. Of course he would. But the only answer to such a cowardly insult could be death, and she wholeheartedly agreed with Tuwawi in that. Life was only sacred in those who deserved to hold it, and cowards wasted resources better served.

Tyrr's remarks were lengthy but at least held purpose. So it was not the Bay who were the culprits. She wondered if it was, in fact, the false imposters of her homeland with whom war was evident. The only other of the coastal groups she was aware of, if that Bay wolf she had met was to be believed. What was it the girl had called them, so long ago? Recalling, she closed her eyes. Nereides, that was it. Wonderful. Perhaps they would stir up trouble and be destroyed in the process, though it would take more than Duskfire to do it she imagined. Mayhap if the Viking heathens found out about the lies that had been told, they could be convinced to move against the falsifiers. Then the two could tear one another apart. Even if it was not true that the Nereides were behind it, it would be two birds, one stone. But first she would need to discover, for sure, if these Amazons were of her own order. There could be no doubt if she was to deal execution.

The two who protested were right to fear. If a fight came of any sort, be it Vikings, false Amazons, or another group, she doubted either of the two would survive.