The Valkyries and The North (2) Lady Wilhelmina!?
"We need to get a closer look," Surena said, her voice urgent. She glanced at the throng of people around them. "Come on, let's push through the crowd."
The three Valkyries wove their way through the dense mass of spectators, their hearts pounding with anticipation. As they moved closer to the front, they finally found a spot with a clear view of the arena. The crowd's energy was electric, and the air buzzed with the excitement of the upcoming match.
"There she is," Emilia whispered, her eyes fixed on the ring.
In the center of the arena stood Wilhelmina, her presence commanding and regal. Clad in sleek, silver armor that glinted in the arena lights, she looked every bit the warrior they remembered. Her long, slick pink hair flowed freely, and her eyes shone with determination and confidence.