Amaia, by the skin of her teeth.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

Ylva threw out yet another string of highly worded expletives as her characters' head was cut off in a shower of blood. She whined as the victory screen enveloped, looking at Amaia and whimpering.

"That was bullshit!"

Amaia merely grinned. "Don't matter, still won. Now you get to pay up, lil' bitch!"

"Oh, come the fuck on!"

"Deals' a deal, sweetie. Now, for the first thing...." She was giving the Norse a devilish grin, her sapphires staring into crystalline emeralds. Said Norse, yielded.

"Be gentle..."

Amaia grinned.

"I won't be."