It thrums in her blood, the savagery of battle. When she strikes, she strikes with no mercy. Her blade sings melodies sweeter to her ears than any tune, and it is at its sharpest and most deadly alongside the heavy hammering of her lord—her lord, to whom she is loyal above all, above all but the good of their people. It is in her lord that her legacy shudders across the sky in flashes of lightning and bouts of thunder, for she serves he who commands the storms.

With a wit as quick as the slice of the sword she wields with such ferocity, she is nothing less than a force of nature; but unlike nature, she possesses a gentleness of heart and a rationality that influences her as much as she allows. It is not simply an indulgence, but what molds her assertions and strength of self. It is what makes her the most fearsome woman that you will ever behold. It is what makes her a goddess on high.

Her name is war, and in the fall of her enemies her legend was forged.