What Ylva lost that night was her burgeoning faith in the gods. What good are they if your world can still turn to shit without warning, if you can die at any moment, if they won't help you here and now? The gods can go fuck themselves.
The ebb and flow of the battle momentarily left Ylva alone. Then she heard a bang and her leg buckled under her, and as she fell she saw Hel. The Wolf raised her gun and pulled the trigger again, but when it clicked she made the mistake of thinking she could finish Ylva with her knife. They struggled in the snow for what felt like hours but was probably just seconds before Ylva's blade found Hel's throat. Hel bled out on top of her. What stopped her from killing Ylva was Ylva herself and her need for survival.
Hey guys. Thanks for the answers, Anders, Argent - good stuff in there. I've been having a good ponder on where things might've gone based on what you've said so far, and I've got some ideas together.
I'd like to kick back off IC in the first half of next week, ideally, so if you haven't had a chance to look at the questions yet, please try and have a look over the weekend if you can! Otherwise we'll start cold on those characters and fill back in as required.