Baldur stood in the middle of the roof, surveying Lincoln's feat of strength.

"Impressive, boy," He said, discarding his smoldering tunic. "But you'll have to do better than that to beat me!"

Lincoln turned to his family. The fire outline copied his movements. "Get out of here. I will deal with him." As he spoke, a deeper voice overlapped his, making it echo. The fiery man shrank to Lincoln's form, and fire wrapped his limbs in protection.

He dropped the Blades as he approached Baldur. He picked up his pace when he spotted Baldur do the same. Soon, they were sprinting full speed to each other. When they got close enough, Baldur reared his fist back for a right hook.

Lincoln ducked and hit Baldur with a left jab, then a right cross, dislocating his offender's jaw.

He didn't give Baldur any time to recover as he grabbed his head and smashed it in his own knee. A satisfactory crack resounded from Baldur's skull. Lincoln dropped Baldur and walked away.

Baldur staggered to his feet and started to heal again. "Well, someone has the nerve to break my head!" He said.

"You brought this on yourself!" Lincoln countered, turning back to him. "If you'd never have chased me down, we wouldn't be fighting, and I wouldn't be handing your butt to you!"

"Your words bore me, child." Baldur uttered. "Let's finish this."

"My thoughts exactly." Lincoln replied, putting his hands in guard position.

Baldur raised his hands. His skin glowed blue with fire of his own. He brought his hands down on the concrete roof.

"Ah, crap." Lincoln resigned.

A wave of fire and ice magic caught Lincoln in his chest as he flew backwards, almost falling off the building.

He grabbed into the edge, and reached for his Blades. Baldur kicked them off the building. They skittered to a stop on the road.

"Where are your weapons now?" Baldur asked.

"I don't need weapons to kick your -"

"Oh, whatever. You're coming with me." Baldur interrupted, lifting Lincoln by his hood like a newborn kitten.

"You're actually adorable when you're angry. Perhaps I'll keep you in Valhalla. You could be my surrogate son. Or a great friend. I always wanted a companion of some sort." Baldur mused as he trailed his hands through Lincoln's locks.

Lincoln grabbed Baldur's free hand and bit into it, drawing blood.

Baldur yelped and dropped Lincoln, who rolled away and delivered a round kick to his chest. Baldur hit an air conditioning unit, which dented at a weird angle when Baldur smacked into it.

Baldur shook his head and jumped to his feet. He gripped the AC unit and ripped it from the roof. He threw it at Lincoln, chargind behind the unit.

Lincoln saw the unit make a beeline for his face, and slid under it, Matrix style. But Baldur stomped Lincoln's midsection, causing him to lose his focus and roll to a stop. He coughed up a storm as Baldur once again approached him.

"Now. You are going to come with me, and like it." He threatened as he reached for Lincoln. Lincoln tried to crawl away, but Baldur stamped his hand, which shattered under the pressure. Lincoln's cries fell on deaf ears as Baldur grabbed Lincoln by his hoodie and saunter to the door.

"That was easy." He mused once more. "No wonder I beat you. Ol' Grampy had a hard time, too, you know.

"But that's not why," He continued. "You've never had any fighting experience. And that's what I'll teach you in Valhalla."

As he was monologuing, a figure rose onto the roof behind him. They had the Blades in their hands. They rushed Baldur silently.

"Well, if you're so quiet, I guess I'll-" He glanced down and saw Lincoln, unconscious.

"Oh, dear. Did I do that?"

Then, the mystery person swung a Blade into Baldur's shoulder, just about slicing his arm clean off. Blood spurted and flooded like a waterfall, with Baldur screaming in agony.

"Come, boy. I'll get you home." The figure said. It was the same man as in Lincoln's Ultimate Rage for Five Minutes, but his beard was almost white, accompanied by pale skin. His tattoo was red, and he had the Blades draped on his back.

He scooped Lincoln into his arms, and leaped off the building, leaving Baldur screaming behind him.