The leader,
a man bearing both sword and shield with particularly long horns on his helmet
bellowed in triumphant fury, driving his student-warriors forward. There they
laid waste to the shops inside, pillaging the snack store, the pizza parlor,
and the burger stand for supplies.
A small
cadre of shieldmaidens surrounded some of the jocks, then seized them roughly,
kissing them thoroughly before taking up their share of the spoils.
When the warriors
had taken all they could carry, the horn rang out again, signaling the end of
the raid. The warriors ran back, the leader moving before them with a woman
thrown over his shoulder. They ran back into one building, and into the
classroom where they had originated.
Once there,
the leader put down the woman he carried and removed his helmet, handing it to
her. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, saying “Thanks, dear.” She accepted
kiss and helmet with a smile. He threw off the shaggy cloak he wore to reveal a
shirt and tie.
“And that,
class, is a Viking raid, and the life of Viking warriors. Now enjoy the spoils.
Except for our shieldmaidens, who should let their prisoners go.”
“We did,”
one said, “but they don’t want to leave.”
“I’m
joining up, too,” the professor’s wife said, donning the helmet.