Brunhilde stood across from Brynjar, standing in a darkened hallway. She looked over to the side at the only light coming into the hall. The light came from the center of the Ragnarok arena.

Brunhilde slightly turned back and looked down at Brynjar, the light shimmering off her eyes. "Are you sure you want to do this Brynjar?"

Bryn huffed some and tugged on his hood some, keeping his face down. "I'm fine. I'm use to fights to the death."

"You know that's not what I meant." Brunhilde said, staring into the darkness of his hood. "It's the god you specifically requested to fight. I just want to make sure you're really up for it."

Brynjar looked up enough for his eyes to be visible. "If anyone is gonna take him down. It's gonna be me."

Brunhilde looked eyes with him and smirked some. "Hm. Fine" she said, letting out a quiet chuckle. "Well.. your fight is just about to come up. Get ready." She said, gesturing to the light.

Bryn got off the wall, standing straight up and turned towards the light, and he slowly walked towards it. Brunhilde looked the opposite way, into further into the hall before glancing back at Brynjar again.

"Hey Bryn." She called over, making him stop. "I wanna know something."

Brynjar glanced back over his shoulder. "What?"

"As a Demigod, you could've sided with the gods. So… why side with humanity?" She asked quietly.

Brynjar stood there for a moment before turning forward and continuing to walk towards the light. "Same reason I do anything. Justice."

Brunhilde smiled slightly, nodding, and turned back, walking into the darkness.

—

Heimdall inhaled and loudly yelled into his megaphone.

"Who's ready for the next fight?!" He yelled, as the crowd roared. "Ask and ye shall receive! Let me tell you, I can tell our next match here is gonna be an absolute BANGER!" Heimdall gestured to the hallway opening to his left. "Introducing first, fighting for Humanity's sake! This man comes to us from nice and cool Oslo, Norway!"

Brynjar walked out into the opening, making the crowd go a bit quieter, as they got skeptical, because no one knew who he was.

Heimdall looked around as he continued yelling into the megaphone. "Ladies & Gentlemen, you've seen the mortals, and you've seen the gods. But now! Feast your eyes on a real live DEMIGOD!" Heimdall exclaimed, catching more cheers from the Mortal stands. "That's right! This man is of godly heritage, and he STILL decided to fight for Humanity! This man has stood up to anyone willing to face him, and he's slain them all! From Demigods to the big bad monsters! Please welcome, the self-proclaimed 'Norse Berserker of Justice'! Please welcome! BRYNJAR TYRSEN-HELSING!" Heimdall said as Bryn pushed his hood down.

Brynjar looked around, glaring at the gods in the stands and turning to the mortals, giving them a small smile and a wave. Brynjar then turned his attention to the gods that had sectioned themselves off from the other gods. Like Shiva & Aphrodite. He looked over, giving a disgusted look at Loki, then over just a bit more and he looked eyes with the All-Father himself. Odin.

Brynjar gave a quiet growl and he spoke up. "This is the first time I've seen you with my own eyes, Odin. You know.. there was a time where I would gladly have given my life in YOUR name! To sit by your side and the other warriors in the Hall of the Slain. In Valhalla!…. But that time has long since passed. When I look at you.. I don't see the All-Father. I don't see the King of Asgard. I don't see Hávi. All I see when I look at you.. is a condescending, entitled bastard who can't take even just a little bit of responsibility for the actions you were supposed to care for!!" Bryn yelled and glared at the rest of the gods. "And that also goes to all of the rest of you! All of you will talk about the folly of man and try to justify having a tournament to decide whether or not to commit global genocide! But all of you weren't even gonna do THAT much, thankfully Brunhilde was there to stop it though. But still. This tournament and what it means, is NOT Justice."

A deep voice came from the other hallway opening on the other side of the arena. "Is it truly not justice, Brynjar?"

Everyone's attention turned to the direction of the voice, towards the dark hallway opening.

Heimdall coughed. "Ok, let's get back on track." He said lifting his megaphone to his mouth. "Now! Let me introduce the one fighting for the gods!"

The god walked out into the open. A tall light-skinned man, with the same long braided hair as Brynjar's. They even shared the same blue eyes. The god's left arm was missing, but with his right arm the god lifted up and rested a giant axe over his shoulder.

"Don't let this god's obvious disability fool you!" Heimdall shouted. "He's just as dangerous as the other Norse heavy-hitters like Thor and Odin. Thor is the final stand, while this god is the one-armed, one man front line of defense for Asgard! Please welcome, the Norse God of Justice! War! And Bloodshed! He is, Tyr!!" He proclaimed as the gods cheered and the mortals booed. "And get this folks, if you don't remember, our demigod's name is Brynjar TYRSEN-Helsing! If you don't get it, YOU NEED TO LEARN WHAT A SUFFIX IS! Our boy Brynjar is the son of the god Tyr! That's right! This isn't just a battle between God & Demigod! This is a battle between Father & Son!"

Brynjar glared up and looked squarely into the eyes of his father. Tyr just smirked and chuckled.

"You look good, s-." Tyr said quietly.

"Shove it." Brynjar snapped.

"Hm." The God sighed. "Anyways, as I was saying. Is it truly not Justice? Humanity has had so long to do honest good with everything the gods have given them. But then they just turn around and continue to make Midgard look like a wasteland. Enough so they want to find other worlds to live on. Mortals.. self-centered, violent, egotistical. Acting like their own gods. This is Justice for the gods."

Brynjar stared at his father and slowly shook his head. "I have no idea how you can get your head that far up your own ass, Father. Really? Justice for the gods? You talk like the gods are the pure being who can't do wrong. You say humans are violent? Father.. you are LITERALLY a god of War. And BLOODSHED! You're the reason for the violence! The mortals have their problems, yes. With violence, how they see themselves, infidelity, but hey, you want to know more about infidelity, just go over there and ask Aphrodite." Bryn said, pointing behind him. "I'd bet a whole raiding horde that Aphrodite has uh… 'courted' more then a few of the mortals here in the stands at least once." He chuckled and looked up at the Goddess. "But how is your Husband, Hephaestus? Or what about your boyfriend, Ares?" Bryn chuckles as Aphrodite huffed and looked away. "You gods are the definition of self-centered. And I'm not gonna stand for the hypocrisy."

Tyr looked down at his son and slowly walked up to him. Bryn just glared back and stood his ground.

Tyr chuckled. "You wouldn't be my son if you didn't stand for your sense of Justice so firmly. I do wish though your view of it was more aligned with mine though."

"Oh well I'm sorry, Father. But I make it a point not to follow bullshit ideologies." Brynjar snarked at him. "So, as a mortal teen would say, 'Get Bent'."

"A battle to the death is not something meant between a Father & Son." The god said quietly.

Brynjar started to back up from Tyr as his sword floated out of it's sheathe and into his hand. "This is just another holmgang to me. You can either walk away, Father, or prepare to use your weapon. Because I'm not leaving regardless.

Tyr was quiet for a moment before preparing his axe. "I'm sorry, Bryn."

"Don't be." Bryn said, lifting his sword. "You're the one who's dying."

Heimdall shouted into his megaphone. "Good! No more talking, let's start this thing! Have at it boys! Begin!"

Brynjar growled and immediately jumped at Tyr, going for an upward swing while Tyr blocked perfectly. The moment the blades clashed, Bryn grunted and his eyes opened a bit more. Tyr smirked and pushed Brynjar away. The Demigod stayed on his feet as he was forced back; Tyr appeared in front of him and swung down quickly, making Brynjar roll to the side. Brynjar got up to his feet as Tyr turned his axe and swung it sideways towards his son. Bryn barely had time to raise his sword to defend himself as the blade from Tyr's axe connected with his sword, forcing him back, sending him flying back all the way into the arena wall. Brynjar got his body imprinted I got the wall and he started to fall forward. He looked forward and saw his Father coming towards him, giving a spin to add momentum to his axe swing, that was coming in right at Bryn's waist. The Demigod barely managed to drop down to the ground in time, his head just missing the axe blade as it went into the wall.

'Damn!' Brynjar thought to himself. 'He almost cut me in two with that attack!' He glared up at Tyr. 'This isn't like a fight against a monster or another Half-Blood. This is a full on God. I have to be extremely careful.'

Brynjar quickly shot up to his feet and lunged at his Father. Tyr couldn't pull his axe out in time to block with it, but he was still able to grab hold of Brynjar's wrist. Bryn tried to pull his hand away, but Tyr's grip was too strong. Brynjar growled as he opened his other hand and his smaller axe flew from his hip to his hand and he swiped at his Father. Tyr let go of his wrist, dodging the axe, but then still grunting in pain as he looked down and noticed Bryn's sword was implanted into his stomach.

Brynjar chuckled. "Gotcha!"

Tyr spoke through his teeth. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Bryn!"

Tyr grabbed the back of Brynjar's fur cloak and tossed him back. He was gonna take Bryn's sword out next, but before he could the sword flew out of the wound by itself, returning to Bryn as he skidded on the ground. Brynjar glared up at Tyr and chuckled.

"First blood." Bryn said, panting lightly.

Tyr sighed, looking at the wound then back up. "Come on, Bryn. We both know that this fight is pointless for you."

Brynjar smirked. "What I know is after seeing Kojiro Sasaki's match against Poseidon. This fight is anything but pointless. If a Mortal can kill a god, then I know for sure I can as well."

Tyr nodded and stared at Bryn. "Yes, but Kojiro has a whole lifetime of experience and a mastery over swordsmanship. He's called.. what was it? 'Number One under the Sun'? You think you're a better swordsman then him?"

Brynjar just shook his head. "Swordsman? No. But, I am stronger then him. And… well, I may not be better when it comes with swords." Bryn smirked, throwing down his sword and swapping his axe to his right hand. "But axes? I think I got him beat."

Tyr chuckled and launched himself forward, swinging his giant axe down. Bryn managed to get his own axe up, catching the blade on the under side of his own. He grunted and struggled, keeping it up over him. Brynjar stepped to the side, letting his axe fall, pulling it out from under Tyr's axe. Bryn spun himself around, grabbing the hilt of Tyr's axe with one hand and swinging his own axe wide, towards Tyr's neck. The god snarled, letting go of his axe and jumping back, letting Bryn pick the axe up and spinning more, swinging Tyr's axe at the god himself. Tyr stood up straight and put his hand out, making the axe stop just short of him.

Tyr stared down at his son. "Did you really think I wouldn't be able to stop my own axe, Bryn?"

Bryn shook his head. "No. I knew you'd be able to stop your axe." He smirked, dropping his small axe and his bigger Battleaxe materialized in his hand. He pulled Tyr's axe back and swung his own forward. "But what about MY axe?!"

Tyr barely managed to get out of the way of Bryn's axe. He still got his chest cut though. It wasn't too deep, but still enough to bleed. The god growled, looking at the wound. He looked back up at his son and put his hand out. Bryn felt the pull of Tyr's axe and it quickly yanked itself from Brynjar's hand and flew back to Tyr. Brynjar just shrugged and smirked at his father.

Göll watched on with Brunhilde, the young Valkyrie looking anxiously. "I know Brynjar is a Demigod, but I still didn't think he'd be as strong as he is. I know he really has actually done that much, but when you're talking about fighting gods. Bryn getting at least a stab and a cut on one is impressive."

Brunhilde watched intently. "… Bryn's getting tired."

Göll looked over. "What do you mean? He lookes fine."

"Then look closer." Brunhilde told her. "Brynjar's breathing is heavier. He's sweating. It's still early so it's not that bad but he's still being pushed."

Göll looked down at Brynjar and saw Brunhilde was right. Bryn was breathing hard, though he was trying to hide it, and his sweat was pretty clear. But that smirk Bryn had was still infectious, Göll couldn't help but smile.

Tyr scoffed, lifting his axe and planting it down into the ground. "I know how good you are with an axe, son. So I'm not gonna try to have an axe battle with you. It's time I start fighting seriously."

"You saying you haven't been so far?" Bryn asked, glaring.

Tyr put his hand out. "It's time to end this."

A light appeared in Tyr's hand and the light stretched and morphed itself, then materialized itself into a giant greatsword. Tyr lifted it up into the light and gave it a few warm-up swings. He smiled at it, planting it into the ground and leaning against it. Brynjar looked at the sword. As a warrior, he couldn't help but really admire it. The blade had Nordic runes etched into it, the blade looked in perfect condition. Everything just seemed perfect about it.

Tyr chuckled. "That's how I looked at this beauty when I first saw it." He smirked and pulled it out. "Bryn, meet 'Livstyv'."

"'Life thief'?… Hm." Bryn sighed.

Tyr looked straight at him. "Since you are my son, I will tell you what's gonna happen if I fight with this sword. It's name is… just a bit misleading. Livstyv doesn't steal your life. It steals your energy. Every time Livstyv makes contact with your blade, it was steal some of your energy, each and every hit. Then, it transfers the energy it takes from you into me. Giving me more energy, making me stronger and faster. While you get weaker and slower. Then, that is when I steal your life."

"Hm. Steal my life, Ay?" Bryn said, looking at his axe. "Guess that just means I have to try and kill you before you can take most of my energy. Let's see how I do."

Brynjar growled and bolted towards Tyr, swinging his axe as the god brought his sword up, blocking.

Bryn grunted, as the blades clashed. 'Damn.. Father wasn't kidding. I can feel my energy being drained.' He thought to himself. 'I need to end this quick before it gets bad.'

Brynjar tried to move faster, moving his axe around like only he could at close range, trying to get an opening to get a hit at Tyr. But even with just one arm, Tyr was able to maneuver his sword so fluidly. It didn't help that Tyr was getting faster with all the energy Livstyv was draining from Bryn.

"Mmm.." Odin grumbled to himself.

Loki looked over some and smirked. "That's the most I've heard from you since Ragnarok started. Got something interesting to say?"

Odin glanced over at Loki then back down at the fight. "The fight will be coming to an end soon."

"Yeah, now that big bro Tyr brought Livstyv out, that kid doesn't stand a chance!" Loki laughed.

"Don't underestimate him, Loki. Brynjar is a Demigod. At least partly, one of us." Odin said lowly.

Bryn went in for another swing and Tyr just dodged, without attacking back, instead just kicking his son back. Brynjar skidded back then stopped himself. Bryn's breathing became very hard, he looked down at his free hand and saw he was shaking slightly. He grunted, balling his hand up and staring up at Tyr.

"Starting to feel the effects of Livstyv, aren't you?" Tyr chuckled. "I wasn't lying. Now then. Forfeit. You can still be spared, Bryn. I'll make sure of it."

Brynjar let out a low growl. "As my father you should know enough about me to know that I'd rather die then forfeit my beliefs. Forfeit my sense of Justice. I'll gladly die for Humanity."

Tyr sighed. "Well you are certainly my son. For better and for worse."

Brynjar charged at his Father again, easing his axe and thought to himself. 'I'll give everything for humanity. Everything I am. As long as it's for the people I love, I'll die happy. But.. until I take my last breathe. I'll fight.' Bryn's thoughts went to his throat and he roared out. "I'LL FIGHT UNTIL I CAN'T ANYMORE! THIS IS WHO I AM!"

Some of Bryn's veins bulged out, his muscles tensed and he got a wild look in his eyes. He growled and steam came out of his mouth. Bryn wildly swung his axe towards Tyr, who blocked it, and instead of pulling away, Bryn pushed into it. He kicked out one of Tyr's legs, making the god go to a knee. Brynjar brought his axe up then forcefully back down again. Tyr grunted and rolled away as Bryn implanted his axe in the ground, the force of the impact cratering the ground where he stood. He looked over at his Father and jumped towards him. Tyr barely managed to get back up and deflect Bryn's axe down to the ground, the god came back up with his sword, missing Bryn by just an inch. The Demigod growled, letting go of his axe and he shoulder tackled his father down to the ground, getting on top of him. Tyr's eyes widened and he accidentally let go of Livstyv. Brynjar yelled and started raining down punches, not hesitating for any of them.

"You gods!" He growled. "So pompous and absolutely full of it! But all of you still have the nerve to say humanity are greedy and egotistical! And they are! They're people! They have flaws! They're not perfect! But guess what?! I'm a Demigod! And I'm not perfect either!" Bryn roared as he raised his fist up. "AND NEITHER ARE YOU!!"

Brynjar brought his fist down and was caught by Tyr. The god glared up at his son and smirked a bit. He pushed up, sitting up just enough to get some leverage and throw Brynjar by his hand. Bryn skidded across the ground, all the way across the arena. He groaned and looked up, his eyes widened as he saw Livstyv's blade coming down to him. He quickly rolled to the side as Livstyv impaled the ground next to him and Tyr appeared in front of him, pushing Bryn back into the blade. The Demigod groaned as he felt more of his energy being sapped away. Brynjar reached out his hand and the sword he threw away earlier flew to his hand. He quickly reached up and stabbed Tyr through the abdomen. Tyr yelped and stumbled back enough for Bryn to scramble away and stumble up to his feet. He turned away to again see Livstyv's blade flying towards him. Bryn couldn't dodge as well this time and Livstyv managed to get a cut in, right above Brynjar's left hip. He growled in pain and newfound extreme exhaustion as Tyr called the sword back to him and Livstyv cut Bryn again, on his left arm. Brynjar dropped to a knee as Tyr looked over him, resting Livstyv over his shoulder. Tyr just watched his son, silently. Bryn stood up slowly. He called for his battleaxe, it came to him and he immediately dropped back to a knee. He tried standing with it, but couldn't. He wasn't strong enough to pick up his axe anymore. He grunted and let go of it, standing again.

He wearily looked at his Father. 'I.. I can't win like this.' He thought somberly. 'If I keep at it like this.. he's gonna kill me. If he cuts me again.. or even just makes any kind of contact with me with that sword. I'm done. The only energy I have left is just enough to keep me awake and standing…. I can only think of one way out of it. It's not even a bad plan. It's horrible. May not even work. But.. a horrible plan is better then no plan, I guess. Game on.'

Brynjar stood straight up, looking at the blood on his hands. His hands was shaking bad as well. He sighed, looking up at his Father. Over at the gods. Over towards the humans. And then up to Göll & Brunhilde. To them, he mouthed, "I'm sorry.". Brunhilde's eyes widened as Bryn looked back at his father and spread his arms out.

Tyr looked at him, suspiciously. "What're you doing, Bryn?"

He managed to talk through shaky breath. "Well… I.. I told you I'd fight until I can't anymore.. and.. I can't. Physically.. I can't. I can barely move. And with.. all the strength and speed you took from me.. it's impossible for me to win now… So.. give me a true Warrior's death."

Tyr watched him, lowering Livstyv. "Bryn.. I can still save you."

Brynjar shook his head. "I told you, I'd rather die for my beliefs then forfeit them. I can have solace in death with that. Also, as a warrior, I can find some solace that it took a god to actually kill me."

Tyr nodded. "Not many people can realize that, but I'm glad you did. To be killed by a god is still a great honor." Tyr pointed his sword towards Brynjar. "For you son, I'll try and make your end quick and painless, by using a special move I taught myself."

"Just!… Just do it already! Stop talking!" Bryn growled. "If you're gonna kill me just do it!"

Tyr nodded and quickly lunged at his son. Bryn balled his hands up, grit his teeth and tried to up his adrenaline. Shaking his head and grunting, getting himself angry. Full of rage. He looked at his Father as he closed in. His eyes widened. It was like everything slowed down. Tyr.. and Livstyv seemed bigger. So much so that it looked like if he got stabbed my Livstyv it would just cleave him in two. He growled and shook his head again. He had to remember it was just an illusion. But, it was here now.

"BRYNJAR!" Brunhilde yellled out.

Tyr thrusted Livstyv forward with an ample amount of force and yelled. "THE WORLD'S EDGE!"

Brynjar grit his teeth so hard he felt like he was gonna shatter them as Livstyv tore through his abdomen. He still, somehow, managed to stand his ground as he coughed up a pool of blood over his mouth and Tyr's arm. Tyr stared up at Bryn, looking, almost distraught.

"B… Brynjar… I.." He started to pull away as Bryn grabbed his arm tightly and pulled him closer, pushing Livstyv into himself more.

"I GOT YOU NOW, YOU BASTARD!" Brynjar yelled into Tyr's face, spitting blood. "YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME THIS TIME!! IT'S OVER!!"

Bryn reached out with his right arm and his small waraxe flew to his hand. He crossed his arm over and swiped to the right, towards Tyr's neck.

The god didn't have any time to move. He could only smirk and think to himself. 'You really are my son.'

Bryn followed through and quickly cut off Tyr's head. His head fell to the ground and rolled away as his body stumbled and fell backwards, limp. The entire arena was completely silent as Brynjar pulled Livstyv out of himself and threw it down, stumbling over and falling to his knees.

Heimdall shook his head then spoke into the megaphone. "And.. with that, it looks like this round of Ragnarok, the final battle between god and man has been decided. Representing the human, BRYNJAR TYRSEN-HELSING!"

The humans erupted into loud cheers and applause, chanting Brynjar's name as they did. Brunhilde jumped down to the arena floor and rushed over to Brynjar.

"Bryn?? You ok??" She said, trying to help him up.

Bryn chuckled up some blood. "I-I'm fine, Hilde."

She looked at him. "Did you just call me, 'Hilde'?"

He smirked. "Hey, I just killed my Father. I think I'm allowed to give you a nickname."

Brunhilde stared at him then smiled and giving him a soft chuckle. "Fine. But only because you won you match.

"Good." He groaned and held his stomach. "Now, I seriously need medical attention."

Brunhilde nodded and helped Bryn walk out of the arena as Tyr's body and sword slowly dissapeared. Brynjar sighed, as he felt like a piece of him just vanished into nothing.

Brynjar opened his eyes, he was laying in a big comfy bed. Bandages around his arm and stomach. He could barely move and his entire body was sore. He felt like he had been hit by at least about 10 maximum capacity semi's. He wearily looked over and saw Brunhilde walk in with one of Bryn's best friends, Edward Moore. The two walked up and Edward looked down at him.

"How're you feeling, Bryn?" Edward asked.

Brynjar groaned. "About the same as I look."

Edward chuckled. "Well… how did it feel.. you know… um… winning the match?"

Brynjar looked straight up at him. "… Cathartic."

Edward nodded. "Well.. I'll leave you to rest. I think I'm fighting soon. So.. I should go and.. prepare myself for that." He said turning and starting to walk out.

"Hey, Edward!" Bryn called over.

Edward looked back. "Yeah?"

"Don't die." Bryn said, seriously.

Edward just chuckled. "And what? Have people think you're better then me? No way." He said, walking out.

Bryn chuckled and leaned back down, looking up at Brunhilde. "This whole thing… the idea behind it.. it disgusts me. But.. it's better then what the alternative was. So.. thank you."

Brunhilde smiled softly, leaning down and kissing Brynjar's forehead gently. "Thank you, for bringing your axe of Justice with you. You were amazing."

Bryn smiled back. "Usually am."

Brunhilde chuckled, turned around and walked out of the room. Brynjar looked up at the ceiling. He thought about his Father. He would've given him a small prayer. But… what god would listen to him. He did know that he defended and won his match, for his meaning of Justice. That was something Brynjar could find solace in. He sighed, closing his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.