"Perhaps, if they had a place to live, warm beds and hot meals, you wouldn't need to fear disease." Before he could say or do more, Bellona thrust her spear at his chest. The jab was so easily blocked, had Tyr not been as angry as he was he might have laughed. She thought she was so superior, yet that was not the skill level he would have expected, particularly after having met her before on the field. Foolish, to have waited for him to turn around, when she could have killed him outright.
"You taunt, when you could have already slain me."
Dance on his corpse? Paint herself with his blood? Tyr had heard similar words on the battlefield, but he had a feeling this war goddess meant it literally. Death alone would not be enough. She had a lust for blood and battle that rivaled, if not surpassed, Thor's. Yet even his brother would not be so crude.
"It is statements like that who show who the true barbarians are. You care not for the people, or even the land. All you care about is the blood you can shed." Her shield made contact again and again with his sword, and neither seemed to be gaining any ground.
"Women, Bellona. Children! Have your kind no mercy at all? My people are strong and brave. They know how to face the unknown with heads held high in honor. What are your people like that they must fear them this much?"