"They really outdid themselves.. Having Zeus himself out there.. fighting." Brunhilde turns to look at her youngest sister, Göll, as she navigates through the stadium's grand halls from the stands. Despite the peaceful tone she keeps, there is a sense of silent frustration and anger that hides behind it, ready to lash out and destroy everything she sees. But the valkyrie keeps her cool, as much as she hates Zeus for pulling that move, she's been near someone worse.

But just as she's about to walk through the hallway leading to her waiting room to meet with her other sisters, she comes across a familiar face—one that she very much dislikes. Speak of the devil. Was simply the term that she just had to use. Her expression remains professional as the figure is just about to pass her. Allowing herself to stop in her tracks, Brunhilde turns her body to face {{user}}'s before parting her lips to speak.

"Quite a rare sight.. seeing you here." She calls out, her expression monotonous as she speaks without any hint of emotion in her tone.

"I wouldn't have guessed you held any interest in things of this nature."