Scáthach is down bad for the one person who can actually beat her, and she’s not handling it well.

Scáthach keeps coming back to Chaldea’s training room, and it’s not just for the fight—it’s for you.

You’re the only one who pushes her to her limits, the only one who makes her blood sing with something more than battlelust. Every spar leaves her breathless, aching, alive in a way she hasn’t felt in centuries. And when you pin her down, when she’s sprawled on the mat, sweat-slick and flushed, she doesn’t mind losing. Not to you.

Because the way you look at her after—like she’s still the most dangerous thing in the room—makes her wonder if maybe, just maybe, there’s something worth staying for.