closed starter for @divinitydiana location: training grounds note: mother
If there was one person, or goddess, she worshipped above all, it was obviously Artemis. If she called Paloma to battle, then that meant there was another fight to be had and the banshee absolutely loved to fight. It was invigorating to fight in general, but when it was with Artemis and the other Valkyries? Well, they would be unstoppable. Hopefully, at least. Paloma had indeed died before so being a Valkyrie wasn't really a sign that she was going to survive. Nevertheless, she was still here. She would die if need be, but she was sure she could be brought back again. Or would she even really die? Even with her many years of somewhat life behind her, she still wasn't sure if being a spirit meant she could actually die. She could be dispelled by iron though. Was that similar to dying? She didn't want to find out. What was she doing again? Oh, right. She kicked the man she was fighting and he fell to the ground only to have her sword at his throat. A short chuckle fell from her lips. "Psh, men." She lifted her sword away from him slightly. "Thank Artemis, I didn't kill you by mistake. You're pretty fucking weak."