"Ah, god. I don't know why you think you're going to win this."
This statement was met by a chortle. The man who had spoke and his comrades next to him laughed at the surly man who stood in the center, surrounded by the group of dull looking bandits.
"Its over. Your families' reign in these woods is through. We've come to take what is rightly ours, and there is no stopping us."
The group took a step towards the man. His eyes were darting back and forth, looking for a way to escape his predicament. There were hundreds of them, armed with glimmering weapons, and him in the center, unarmed and badly wounded from the potshots they had taken at him earlier. They had surrounded him on the beaten pathway in the center of the woods, which frustruated him further. This is his families' home! How dare they challenge his might? Do they wish to gain the power he rightly deserves from the forest his ancestors created? Things like this were racing through his mind.
"This guy must be insane, I had better beat some sense into him"
A bandit broke through the crowd and walked up to the man in the center. He bore a blade on his fist, and slashed the face of the man in the center. Bleeding and frustrated, he let out a cry that resembled a furious bear, homing in on its next kill. The man grabbed the bandit by the throat and threw him over to the side. The bandits neck audibly snapped and he died instantly. Unfazed by this, the rest of the crowd began to attack the man, bashing his head, cutting his limbs and damaging his clothes, when all of the sudden a crack rang out in the sky. The bandits gazed into the midnight air, trying to make sense of the sudden noise.
"Look there! A gift from Zeus himself!"
A blue and green blur jetted down and pummeled the ground. All of the bandits immediately rushed towards the object, trying to pull it from the ground. As the bandits were distracted, the man arose from the forest floor and slowly walked towards it, pushing anyone aside who stood in his way. When he made it to the artifact, he saw it closely resembled a sword, with the bottom melting into the floor. As he put his battered hand on the hilt, his eyes closed. In his mind, the sword was feeding him flashbacks of battles. A golden streak of yellow and blue color, attacking a red and black shift of smoke. A white and blue figure, dodging attacks given by a brimstone colored axe weilding blur. He let go of the weapon, his heart racing, but as he did he kept hearing his name over and over in his head.
"Bödvar, this is your time. Leave this wretched place, and take your rightful place in valhalla."
Instantly he knew what to do. He pulled the weapon out of the ground, and watched as it formed into a hammer in his hands. Sprinting, he began to run. He didn't know where, he didn't know why, he just knew that this is where he needed to go. Entirely unaware of the lifeless bodies of the bandits around him, he ran towards the end of the road, where a large platinum rift lie. He was set. He would leave his home, his life, his family and everything else to go to this new place, selfish though it may seem. Gasping for breath, he kicked the doors the portal led to and walked in. He could feel his blood replenish, his wounds seal and his clothes become anew again. Around him was a stadium, and in the center were a group of large platforms, which were under 4 characters fighting. A man in a suit of brilliant golden armor, a woman with a bloodied sword and a tengu mask, an armored man weilding a white hammer that glimmered with electricity every time it was swung, and a great bull-like beast, weilding an axe made of metal and charcoal.
He knew it, this had become his new home.