"Mank valkyrjur, Viðris nefna! Hrist, Mist, Herja..." Since she wasn't having to maintain a spell with her song, Skuld was able to keep a close eye on the battle; if she'd been at full power, having to hold even a reasonably simple spell-song together would have taken all her concentration to even partially work.

Was this her answer?

When Artemis spoke, Skuld was startled, but still didn't miss a note. She didn't know what he was planning, but she could guess that he wanted to help too--even if he couldn't fight any more than she could. Did he have a plan?

"Hlökk, Geiravör, Göll, Hjörþrimul, Gunnr, Herfjötur..." Slowly, she unclenched her hands. Four thin trickles of blood still ran down from each palm, but it was only right that the resident goddess--the future Valkyrie--shed blood alongside those she could do so little for.

Whatever he intended--well, the gods had to put faith in mortals sometimes, too.

"Geirönul, Skögul 'k Randgníð! Ráðgríðr, Göndul, Svipul, Geirskögul..."