The truth

This was quite an easy choice for John actually. For one he just came back from the brink of ****, and he had seen her and her family fight just a couple of minutes ago. This was not a woman he wanted to have as an enemy. Okay, he didn't to have ANY enemies for now, but the woman that had her hand around his member was the most pressing matter for now.

So, going into this talk with honesty didn't sound like the worst idea.

"Okay, okay, I'll be honest with you, but please, don't crush my penis." And immediately the pressure around his erection was lifted. To be honest though, that pressure certainly wasn't the worst feeling, further indicated by his still hard, even raging hard, penis... Every day you learn something new about yourself. "Well you better talk then, and if your answer satisfies me, maybe you'll keep your dick. So, start talkin'."

"Not as much as my dick could satisfy you," John muttered under his breath, quiet enough so Brunhilde wouldn't hear him. "Okay, so, firstly, no I didn't play the dying act just to get a feel of your boobs. I was actually dying, and in quite a lot of pain while we're at it. How I did do that: I don't know... I just got my powers this morning and I still have no idea how most things work. And I healed the wound by getting a strategic level up. By grabbing your tit I got some achievements that gave me enough experience to gain a level and healing myself to full. Does that help you?"

"Whoa, okay, slow down there... you gained a 'level'? Like in a video game? And you got experience from touching my tits?" While asking that she looked down and touched her own breasts. "So you really survived by grabbing my boobs? Aww yeeaah, I have jugs that can bring back the dead and that are sweeter than anything **** can dish out. I can't wait to tell mom about this... By the way, now that you're alive we should go back to the others and tell them what happened. We'll think of something." While talking about her boobs the Valkyrie started to swing in the rhythm of some imaginary song, something like a little victory dance.

At that last statement it ran a shiver down John's spine though "Wait, you're going to tell your mom and your grandma how I touched your breast? Do I really want to be involved in that?" Brunhilde just shrugged "Sure, it's not the weirdest thing people have asked us to do before they die. We are pretty open about these kinds of sexual things. They are part of the job, so fuck it... or rather fuck him in most cases, hehehe...." and she started to laugh at her own pun. After a second she immediately dropped it again though "By the way, what's the name of my cute Noob-savior?"

Rolling his eyes at both the words "cute" and "Noob" (although he was more okay with being called cute) he gave his answer "My name is John. And yours, my lovely maiden in distress turned savior?" He already knew her name, but he felt like it was good manners that she would introduce herself. Brunhilde raised an amused eyebrow at the moniker John gave her, "I'm Brunhilde, but you can call me Brun. Nice to meet you, even under such... hectic conditions. Now we should get going though, my Ma probably wants to get a move on by now." And with that, she pulled herself and John up to a standing position.

"Oh, one thing though," and she grabbed John by the crotch once again, but this time once again sensual, "next time, you're going to make me scream, okay? I want you to finish what you started," and gave him a rather heated kiss on the mouth with only little time for him to react. Just as soon as it happened, it stopped and Brun simply went into the direction where her mother and grandmother were but with a lot of sway on her hips and a coy smile on her lips.

John was, simply put, just stunned with how forward Brun was. Sure, June also pretty much told him they were going to go at it, but June knew more about him and his hobbies... But that was nothing that would stop him from actually making her scream. He still thought of himself as a gentleman that would fulfill wishes that women had... hopefully. Snapping out of his thoughts, John quickly ran after Brunhilde to catch up with her.

While running up to her he noticed that there were no bodies lying around. Maybe none of the Valkyries died, but the mummies surely would've been stacking up. Matter of fact, he had seen how their bodies had littered the floor, and now they were gone, almost as if they never existed. If the street wasn't as torn up as it was, one could think nothing had ever happened here...

Seeing her back now made him realize something he didn't notice until now: There were no wings. Quickly catching up to her and matching her speed, he asked Brun just that, "By the way, where are your wings? I'm pretty sure I saw you with wings before... Also where did the mummies go and what will happen with the street? Won't somebody notice that?" As if to answer his first question the wings sprouted on her back in a matter of seconds and in a radiant light, even though the wings themselves were black as the darkest night. As quickly as they appeared they were gone again, leaving only an intricate tattoo in the shape of wings behind on Bruns back before also disappearing. "And to answer your other questions: I think the viziers probably took them with them when they fled. They don't want to let those fall into anyone's hands. And you really are a noob, aren't you? Within this Barrier, or Protected Space, nothing is real. Once we leave this thing, everything will be back to normal. Didn't you wonder why there were no other people around?"

"Magic tattoo, sweet. Are all of them magical? Also, I did wonder where everyone was, but good to know that that's what's happening," he asked her after she finished her explanation. "Kinda," she answered his question in a relaxed tone, "but most of them don't give me cool stuff like the wings. Most of them are just wards and emergency things. Our Runesmiths are a bit paranoid about us knowing about their functions." "So you have magical tattoos on your body that you don't even know what they do? That does not sound healthy..." "Can't argue that, but there's no reason why the Runesmiths would give us any runic tattoos that would impede with our work... speaking of work."