She was young, naked, beautifully rounded, slender, all those things Eric saw instantly. She held a knife in her hands, a great sword shaped knife. Eric watch, as if insurance, as the young Brave became abruptly aware of the girl. He must have assumed her dad. He tried to swing his Scotland knife sideways. But he was far too slow and too late. With the Wild and Savage shriek the girl drove her knife deeply into his face, drag him down through his mouth and jaw, smashing the socket on that side, skewed on into his collarbone and penetrating deeply, losing a smothering Fountain of blood. He ran a few crazy paces and then the woman hurled herself after him. She caught him about the knees, brought him down with the solid body slamming forced to the ground. She was all over him. With the Amendments he was dead. The girl stood up, they're rich free knife in her hand, clearing about. Her breasts smothered in blood, mood as she breathe. She looked a golden, condemned, pagan animal... yes this was a woman who could survive the Savory tree of a Viking to undiscoverings against unimagined enemies.