Ight so. They both wield Almost the exact same weapon and dance around you like there's no tomorrow, and their OD annoying sooooo... enjoy I guess /

Even after the death of Apollyon, the conflict was ever brighter between the factions and their leaders. The conflict was especially ever present in the deep and snow covered trenches of the forest.

The fighters present are the crazed and violent Beserker and the graceful and deadly shinobi. But what both are really known for is how they dance around the battle field. The Beserker with no regard for his life slashing through anything and the shinobi make precise movements to achieve a clean victory. The battle will be tomorrow for tonight they will dance.

Den, the Beserker for the Vikings was out scouting for his tribe to see if this land would offer up a challenge.

"By Odin's beard this boring! I walked miles of snow just for a bit of exercise and no opposition." He looked up at the white skies ahead. The attire he has was his bear pelt along with a short sleeve shirt with tattered pants and leather shoes.

"It would be dangerous for me to go back right this moment, I should set camp up for the night." Den proceeded to put his thoughts into action as he gathered material for the night.

The Beserkers were known to have animal like instincts and power, making them one of the most dangerous combatants on either side, mostly for the enemy though. Because of this animal like behavior, most Beserkers reside in the forest. Even though he learned to survive in the forest, his loyalty remained with his clan.

As Den was putting the last touches on his camp and starting a fire, he unpacked the food that his warlord packed for him.

He took a minute to smell the aroma of fruits and fish. He never knows when he'll get another chance like this again.

"My clan knows me so well." Den began to dig in until he was satisfied.

"Ahh, now to get some rest and walk back tomorrow to tel-"

rustle rustle*

Den turned to the sound of rustling only to be met with a sickle blade coming his way.

He quickly dodged out of the way, only to be met with another. This game of dodge lasted for about a few minutes. He didn't need to see the unknown assailant to know he was dealing with the silent dancer, better known as a shinobi.

He pulled his twin axes and mentally prepared himself for battle, he faced their kind before. All he had to do was get close and stick to them like glue. He called out to them.

"HEY!! C'mon out shinobi! You can't keep throwing those at me forever! I'm clearly too fast for those old tricks! Now show yourself so we can end this permanently."

The sickles ceased, but the shinobi had yet to reveal themselves. Den slowly circled around his surroundings. A shinobi would always attack at a weak angle, an angle he's not watching right now.

He quickly looked up to find the masked shinobi already on top of him pining him down with the trademark kusarigama to his throat.

"Damn it, hopefully I'm going to Valhalla after this"

However, he wasn't prepared for what would happen next.

"Well, aren't you cute..." The masked shinobi finally said.

Den decided to take another look at his potential killer. The shinobi was attired in a leather armor set with wooden Sandles and a shroud that covers everything except their eyes. He looked a little longer at their eyes to notice that this shinobi was actually a female. This coupled with the curvy body type confirmed his suspicion. His gaze did not go unnoticed however.

"You like what you see~." This shinobi was cleary having too much fun with this. Den tried to squirm out but was met with increased pressure from the sickle on his neck.

"Uh uh uh...keep moving and I'll finish this, Den."

"How do you know my name you dancing demon!?!" He was really confused. He has to be careful not to get sent to an early grave.

"Oh I know a lot about you and I'm finally glad we met."

"Talking with this woman is getting me nowhere, she clearly has no interest in killing me so what else is there!" Den's thought began to run rampant.

She began to straddle him while slowly gliding her hand over his cheeks and beard with other tightly around the sickle. Den began to get lost in her eyes. Her eyes were of a green variety, that kind of color is very rare to see nowadays.

"You just can't stop staring at me can you?~"

"Can you atleast share your name?" Den needed some form of closure.

"Why would I do that if I'm talking to a dead man?" She said with a low tone of voice that made Dens hair stood up behind his neck.

She giggled. "Don't worry, I'll share my name if you beg.~" This shinobi is becoming infuriating.

"May you please share your name with me mistress?" Den said gritting his teeth a little at the end on account of the sickle tightly pushed towards his neck.

"Say it again with a bit more... feeling." She said as she pulled her shroud down to reveal a heart shaped face with a small bun for her hair. One facial feature that stood out besides the green eyes was a mole right next to her nose. She also brought her face closer. Her tone becoming a bit seductive.

Den swallowed his pride. "May you please share your name with me, darling."

Her face was mere centimeters that he could feel her breath tickling her nose. "One more time.~" Den felt like he fading, his animal instincts were becoming numb. He almost faded into unconscious if it wasn't a familiar voice.

"DEN!?! You out here!?! Where are you?!?"

"Eitri..." Den could recognize his friends voice from a mile away.

"Oh well, all good things come to end. I'll see you soon my cute boar.~" She quickly moved her sickle off his throat and kissed him on the cheek before taking to the shadows.

"DEN! There you are! We send you out for four hours and I find you lying down on the job?!? HA! Atleast invite me if you were gonna get some shut eye ya mongrel." Eitri was the tribes highlander from Scotland. He was a real nice guy once you get to know him.

"I wasn't! I was scouting until I got jumped by some shinobi!" Den fired back.

"A shinobi!? How on my mother's garments are you still breathing!? They are called dancers of death for a reason." Eitri was confused beyond belief.

"I... don't know actually."

"And what's those symbols on your shirt lad?" He pointed towards the markings probably caused by her sickles.

As he looked he knew exactly what it meant.

"Well Den, what's it mean?"

"...It's nothing Eitri, how about we stay here for a little bit before heading back. I got some fish and fruits."

"You drive a hard bargain there Den! I'll accept the offer."

As the two lone Viking sat around the fire and ate. Den only had one thought or something name going through his mind.

"Ito... not a bad name."

For some reason he was looking forward to their next encounter.

Might continue this, could be wrong or right I don't know / still hate both of them though.