"That's the spirit, although you're far from ugly. Maybe they'll think you're Freya, the Goddess of love and will start hitting on you," the Doctor said before chuckling. "Seeing a Viking try and flirt with you, now that would be something. I've heard that a popular line amongst young Vikings is,<em>Are you a Valkyrie? Because I think I'm in Valhalla.</em>"<br/><br/>The Doctor laughed lamely at his own joke before leading Robin through the forest. His golden eyes scanned the trees while his screwdriver whirred methodically as he waved it in the air in front of him. Even thought he had been all jokes and chuckles about returning to the village, it was clear that coming out alive was still a top priority.<br/><br/>Remarkably, the path remained clear and soon the village came into view. The battle had ceased and the area was clear of angry battle hardened warriors....or so it seemed.<br/><br/>"Oh no..." the Doctor breathed as they stepped into the clearing. Bodies littered the ground. Dozens of them, all warriors, clad in battle armor and wielding weapons that would no longer be of any use. The Doctor let out a sigh and closed his eyes in frustration. "Senseless violence, Robin. This is what is leads to in the end," he muttered before gesturing to the bodies. "In the end after proving honor and fighting for glory, it will all amount to this, a lot of dead people."<br/><br/>The Doctor sighed again before he looked over the bodies with disdain. But then something seemed to click and the Doctor's brow peeked in curiosity as he gazed at the corpses. "A lot of dead people...goodness there's a lot of them. Have you noticed that Robin?" The Doctor asked before rushing over to the crowd of corpses and rapidly counting them. "Eleven corpses! Eleven dead bodies! That's bizarre!"