As Sigrid continued her exhilarating gallop, Luca's voice drifted up to her, sounding strangely thoughtful despite the chaos of their movement.
"Hey, Sigrid? Be honest with me...how strong is your upper body, really?"
"What?" Sigrid turned, her head tossing slightly as she maintained her pace. "Why are you asking that now? I'm the Commander of the Galloping Brigade, Luca. My strength is a matter of public record!"
"I know, I know." He chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist. "But I mean raw power. Could you handle a lot of weight? Like, if someone were to...hang off you? Could you keep your balance and keep running without breaking a sweat?"
A surge of warrior pride swelled in Sigrid's chest. She let out a triumphant huff, as she said,
"Are you doubting me? I spend my days in heavy plate armor that would crush a lesser soldier. I carry a greatsword that most men can't even lift off the rack!"
