The audience stood ready for the fight between Saint Germain and Balor. Balor stands towering over the immortal with one of his red eyes fixated on him.

Balor looked and saw that Germain did not have his Volund.

The Demon mocked, "Well, now, it seems you don't have a weapon, laddy. It seems whoever was your valkyrie must've abandoned ye. How unfortunate."

Saint Germain merely smiled as he spoke.

"Really? Well, it seems you came ill-equipped as well. Very hypocritical if I do say so."

Balor looked annoyed with the immortal's statement, while the gods were perplexed by the arrogance.

"That damn human! Who does he think he is?!"

"He may be an immortal, but he is in the presence of the gods!"

"Heresy!"

In the VIP imperium box, Huitzilopochtli sulks on his throne for his chance to fight was taken away.

"Grrr, I can't believe that old man took me out of round two and placed this red oaf instead. That should've been me out there!"

Suddenly, the sun god heard a sultry yet menacing voice he always loved to hear.

"~Calm now, my love; you will have your chance for slaughter. Besides, I love it when you're pent up.~"

When Huitzilopochtli and the other gods turned around, they saw a beautiful Azteca woman with tan skin, midnight-blue eyes, long black hair with jade streaks at the end, and black and purple butterfly wings with serrated obsidian edges on her back.

Among the items she wears are arm sleeves with jaguar print, a loincloth with blue feathers at the end and red and blue designs, an Azteca chest piece with red, yellow, and black that reveals her under chest, and a black feathered headdress.

Warrior Goddess and one of Huitzilopochtli's consorts

Itzpapalotl (Mexico)

Huitzilopochtli smiled as he saw his lover in all of her glory.

"My beloved, shouldn't you be with that bird brain of a husband?" Huitzilopochtli said lustfully.

Itzpapalotl fluttered her wings and flew gracefully toward Huitzilopochtli.

She then sits across her lover's lap and smirks, "Oh please, that fool isn't half the man than you. ~Oh, my dear Huitzy.~"

Both Huitzilopochtli and Itzpapalotl began ravenously making out on the sun god's throne.

Amaterasu scowls at this disgusting display and demands, "Will you two stop this instant. You're gods, not animals."

Itzpapalotl parted her lips from Huitzilopochtli, looked at Amaterasu, and grinned, "Aww, jealous?"

Huitzilopochtli chuckles while stroking Itzpapalotl's cheek.

"My love, don't tease the sun goddess. She's just mad because the humans don't love her anymore."

Amaterasu gritted her teeth and focused her attention back in the arena. Huitzilopochtli and Itzpapalotl snuggled each other while watching the match.

Back at the arena, Balor chuckles at the statement and says darkly, "Oh, but I have a weapon boyo wanna see."

Balor reaches behind his back and pulls out an iron rod. Before Germain could question it, the rod extended and transformed into a searing, barbed spear.

Balor says menacingly, "This is my weapon, so I hope you have yours. Little lad, if you don't have your Volund, this won't last long."

Suddenly, a human-sized glowing orb of light descends from the sky, drawing the attention of everyone.

Goll saw the orb of light and asked Brunhilde, "Could this be one of our sisters?"

Brunhilde smiled as she replied to Goll.

"Yes, Goll. The valkyrie most suited for the teacher of humanity. One who deals in fate, Skuld!"

Soon the light fade and the orb takes the form of a beautiful young woman. She wears a white kimono-like dress with silver and black detailing, flowing long sleeves, and an obi belt with a cosmic-like design. She has long velvet hair tied in a ponytail by a feather-designed bow.

Fifth Oldest of the 13 Valkyries

Skuld (Norse)

Goll smiles in awe of her sister, "She looks so awesome!"

Skuld descends to the arena and meets her wielder.

Skuld curtsies to the count and says elegantly, "Saint Germain, I am Skuld. It will be a pleasure to fight alongside you."

She offers her hand in preparation for commencing the Volund process. Germain took her hand and kissed it, much to Skuld's surprise.

He romantically smiled as he spoke to Skuld, "Bonjour, mon cheri. I didn't know I would ever meet such divine beauty standing before me."

The audience was confused about what was going on. Aphrodite, hearing Germain calling some demigod a divine beauty, frowned as she thought to herself.

'I take back what I said. The human is appalling.'

Skuld's cheeks started to blush from the human's flirting.

"O-oh, thank you. I'm flattered, but I'm no beautiful as my sisters."

Saint Germain lightly chuckles as he flirts with the valkyrie so more.

"Nonsense. Your beauty would've been the epicenter of the Reinassance, mi amor."

As this was going on, Goll looked annoyed at Germain's flirting and shouted, "Saint Germain, stop flirting with my sister!"

Balor, unknowingly sharing Goll's annoyance, barked, "OI! Are you two going to make out, or are we fighting!"

Germain looks at Balor with a disapproving glare.

"How rude."

He then looks at his valkyrie and smile.

"My dear Skuld, shall we perform this Volund?"

Skuld smiled back and replied, "Of course, darling."

With their hands meeting, Skuld uttered the phrase.

"Volund."

Soon Skuld's body begins to shine in a celestial green hue. The audience was amazed at the development as well as Balor. Skuld began to unravel as her body morphed into a divine weapon. As the process finished, within Germain's hand was a black hickory cane with a golden handle.

Heimdall finally announced in bewilderment, "Folks, eh? It seems Saint Germain's Volund is a cane?"

The humans look as bewildered as was Heimdall. Hera shakes her head in disappointment.

Goll exclaims, "A cane?! Are you kidding me!"

Hermes and Zeus chuckled to themselves about the human's weapon.

In a disappointed tone, the cane that was Skuld says, "I'm sorry, I should have turned a more effective weapon."

The count smiled warmly and said, "Fret not, my dear. This cane is all that I need."

Balor grinned sinisterly as his opponent is finally ready to battle.

"About time."

Balor then looked at the dwarf and yelled at Heimdall, "Oi, he's ready to go! Get the match started already!"

Heimdall quickly gets his head in the game.

"Alright, everyone, let's get this party started! Ragnarok: Round 2! Representing the gods, Balor. Representing humanity, Saint Germain. Ready, Ready, FIGHT!"

Ragnarok Round 2

Saint Germain vs Balor

Begins!

As the two are about to begin their duel, a familiar voice from humanity's side catches Germain's attention.

"Master Germain, please come back to us in one piece," exclaims an elderly woman with dull brown eyes and wearing a grey robe and a dark blue scarf around her head.

Co-founder of the Theosophical Society

Madame Helena Blavatsky (Ukraine)

A confident smile plasters Germain's face as he walks toward Balor.

Balor chuckled, "What's with that silly grin? You actually think you could beat me?!"

Germain, as calm as ever, retorts, "Oh no. Unlike you, I never underestimate an opponent."

Some of the gods were appalled by the saint being so casual with the demon king of destruction. Balor snorts at the disrespect from Germain.

"I have every right to undervalue you lots! For you see-"

Balor then charged at full speed toward the immortal teacher.

Heimdall commentates, "Balor is jetting towards Saint Germain! Is he looking to end this early?"

As Balor prepared to thrust his spear, he bellowed, "I AM A GOD FOR BURN IN OBLIVION! ULSTER DESTROYING FLAME!"

As Balor yelled his attack, the speartip produced monstrous flames. He lunged his weapon towards his Germain. Then the roaring fire burst toward the immortal and caused an explosion.

"W-what a hit! Balor's first attack nearly shooked the entire arena!" Heimdall commentated.

Humanity felt the weight of despair gripping their hearts. How can an immortal survive the eternal blaze of the gods?

"Hahahahaha! Way to go, Balor! Way to turn foolish mortal to ash," says a gaunt-faced demon with slick black hair and a red checkered suit, white tied, and fedora with a violet feather.

The Demon-lord of Entertainment and member of the Council of Helheim

Mephistopheles

As smoke rises from the small crater where Saint Germain, Balor chuckles.

"Heh, you mortals are so feeble. The idea of a human surpassing us is laughable at best. Just know that your burning carcass is the remainder of where you humans belong. At the bottom of our fe-"

Suddenly, Balor is interrupted by Germain's voice coming from behind him.

"My goodness, you love to hear yourself talk, don't you?"

Balor turned away and saw Saint Germain standing behind while sipping a cup of tea. Balor looks at the crater, then at Germain, then again to the maar, then again to Germain.

Balor yelled, "How the hell did you do that?!"

Germain merely sips his tea and then playfully shrugs.

The gods and the humans were bewildered by what happened. Even Heimdall couldn't announce the action.

In the Chief Gods' section, Huitzilopochtli looked on in confusion.

"Wait, hold on! I saw Balor blitzing that Germain guy and lighting him up. How did he survive that?"

Amaterasu ponders that as well.

"Hmm, perhaps he teleported before he took the impact of the Destroying Flame."

Zeus chortles at Amaterasu's theory, "Good guess, Ammy, but that not entirely true."

Aphrodite questions, "What do you mean, Zeus?"

Zeus points to Germain from afar as he says, "Look closely at what he does with that cane."

Back at the arena, Balor growls in annoyance with this human embarrassed him in front of his fellow gods.

"Ye think your real special, don't ye? Let's see how special you are when I IMPALE YOU THROUGH THE SKULL!"

Balor goes for a strike with his barbed spear, only; for Germain to disappear. Balor looks around as he tries to find his opponent. Little did he realize, Saint Germain was standing on top of Balor's head. This causes humans in the audience to laugh as the immortal perfectly balances on the Balor's skull.

Heimdall tries the broadcast the action while keeping himself from laughing.

"Hehe, Balor tries to-hehe- tries to attack Germain but...Bahaha. Germain is on top of his opponent's head...Ahahahaha!"

As he heard what was happening, Balor felt more enraged than ever. Balor goes to swipe Germain off with his burly clawed hand. Then Germain vanished again, leaving Balor to smack himself instead.

Goll joins in on the humiliation as humans laugh at the fiend again.

"Hehehehe, I can't believe I was worried about Germain fighting that idiot."

Brunhilde and Hera laughed at Germain, who made Balor look like a complete joke. Meanwhile, the gods looked embarrassed as Balor was made a fool of.

Hearing humanity's mockery sent Balor into a ballistic rage. As Germain reappears, the Demon-lord rush toward the immortal. Balor launches a series of spear strikes and screams profanity.

"DIE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!"

In response, effortlessly dodging Balor's attacks and says jokingly, "Oh, come now! There's no need to throw a temper tantrum. Do you want some tea to calm your nerves?"

As Heimdall comes to his senses, he comments on the series of events.

"Balor let's loose with a barrage of spear thrusts, only for Germain to avoid them easily without breaking a sweat! This fight is not going in Balor's favor whatsoever!"

Balor is left tired after all of the attacks did not land their target. Slowly he caught his breath and grumbled.

"Alright, you're a slimy little, aren't ye? However, I bet you hit as hard as I can."

Saint Germain stroked his goatee and grinned curiously.

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

Balor smirked and boasted, "Yeah, in fact, come on! I'm giving you a free shot. Now, show me what you got!"

Germain turned to his cane and asked Skuld, "My dear Skuld, should we accept this brute's challenge?"

Skuld giggles inside the cane, "Of course, darling. Time for his debts to come due."

Germain smiled and then looked at Balor.

"Very well, then. Here I come," Germain said sternly.

Then within a moment, Germain's body begins to glow in a yellow aura. Suddenly, he became a blur as he speeds toward the demonic god. Then as he was in front of Balor, the immortal of humanity simply poked Balor's stomach with his cane.

The human side of the audience's jaws was dropped. Saint Germain's first attack and it was a poke.

Heimdall annotates, "Eh? It seemed Saint Germain finally went on the attack, and he...poked him?"

The gods were just as confused as the humans.

"What is this?"

"Is this human mocking us!"

"Kill him, Balor!"

Balor finally laughed as now he has finally felt he can now slay this nuance.

"Hah! I knew it! Behind that suave and that fancy crap, you're weak. Now, I can-"

But Germain interrupted him as he countdown to something.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Then a great force slammed into Balor's stomach, sending the monstrous deity smashing into the wall on the gods' side of the arena. The gods couldn't believe that a poke of a mortal caused Balor to be sent flying.

Heimdall announces with fright in his tone, "B-Balor's down! Who knew a simple poke could bring down Balor! This is history in the making!"

All of humanity cheered as Germain brought down his demonic foe. Helena Blavatsky was particularly thrilled with the immortal display of prowess.

"That was beautiful, Master Germain! Ah, such skill and finesse that is unparalleled. To see his craft in person is such an honor!"

Then she notices a giant of a man standing beside her. He was a tan, burly being with flaming hair tied into a low ponytail, a fiery beard, orange eyes, and wears bandages around his waist. He also wears a red toga with sunstone bracers.

He smirked, "Heh, well; it looks like Germain's having fun, huh?"

Provider of Humanity and Titan of Fire

Prometheus (Greece)

Prometheus looks at Helena and says with a smile, "Wouldn't you agree?"

Helena and every other human in the crowd was stunned to see a titan among them.

She replied, "Uhh, Of course! He seems to be enjoying himself."

Prometheus sighed nonchalantly, "Yeah, but he should take this fight more seriously. Did you agree, father of mankind?"

Prometheus looks at a young, handsome, athletic man with platinum blonde hair, sky blue eyes and wears a large fig leaf that covers his groin.

Father of Humanity

Adam

Adam smiled as he spoke.

"He'll be alright. I believe in him no matter what."

The titan grinned at Adam's answer.

"Couldn't agree with you more, Adam."

Meanwhile, Goll could help but; be awestruck by Saint Germain's power.

"He's incredible! I thought Balor was going to decimate Germain but Germain's running circles around him. Seriously, what makes him so strong?"

Hera smirks as she answers Goll's question.

"Silly little valkyrie, don't you know about his talent."

Goll says, "Talent?"

Hera continued, "The count has lived almost as long as us gods. He has learned every mystic and esoteric art throughout the ages."

Brunhilde then spoke up, "Not only that, but there is a reason why Skuld is paired with Saint Germain."

Goll then Questions her sister's statement, "What do you mean?"

Brunhilde explains, "You see, Goll. Skuld's power is that she can affect the time of others in her will. As if they felt the weight of time in their souls."

Goll then said curiously, "So that means?"

Brunhilde smirks predatory, "Yes, sister. With Skuld's power."

Hera grinned sinisterly, "And Germain's mystic arts."

Both Brunhilde and Hera yelled in unison, "They're an unstoppable team!"

Balor is breathless as the wind has been knocked out of him in the arena.

He sees Germain standing there while enjoying another cup of tea. Balor tries to get up but feels too weak.

Suddenly, I hear Mephistopheles's voice from the top of the wall.

"Balor! BALOR! Get up! You're the Warden of Helheim, aren't you? Don't let down the council!"

Slowly, the beast rise to his feet as his hatred for the cocky immortal gives him purpose. Germain looks rather amused by his opponent's determination.

"Oh, you still got some fight in you, I see?"

Balor only responds by raising his spear and plunging it into the ground. Then he puts it out, and he summons a large arch of magma towards Germain.

Lugh Lamfada: Great Hells Flood

"Balor has summoned a wave of lava towards the count. He plans to melt the immortal teacher alive!" Heimdall exclaimed.

However, Germain merely sighed and snapped his finger together.

The wave of lava is turned into a kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies.

Germain smiled mischievously as joked, "I prefer seeing the sight of lovely butterflies instead of molten lava."

This was met with laughter from the human side. Prometheus, Adam, Hera, Brunhilde, and Goll joined in as well.

Skuld swooned, "Oh, Germain."

The gods were speechless. This human is always one step ahead of Balor. Soon they began to watch their anger toward Balor.

"You worthless brute!"

"Just forfeit already! You're making us look bad!"

"You're an embarrassment to us!"

"Seriously? This is the dreaded Warden of Helheim?!"

As they belittled Balor, all it did is pushed Balor to his breaking point. The demonic creature let out an earth-shaking roar that silenced his naysayers.

Balor then looked at Germain with hate in his one eye and ranted, "You bastard. You think you can mock me, humiliate me, make me look like a JOKE! I am Balor! Leader of the Fomorians, Warden of Helheim, and member of the council of FUCKING Helheim! YOU. WILL. BURN!"

Infernus Bodhran

Balor gathers all of his might and hellfire into his hands and forms a massive fireball the size of a mountain.

The humans and gods were horrified that this monster is going to destroy the arena all because of the count.

"You, humanity, and the gods can all burn in oblivion!" Balor roared as he hurled the massive fireball at Germain.

Germain's cool and collected demeanor abruptly changed into stern fervor. He quickly made a variety of hand signals. In the end, he summoned a large mirror with a silver frame engraved with diamonds. Astonishingly, the mirror began sucking the fireball into itself.

Soon the fireball became smaller and smaller until it was no more.

Heimdall announces with relief in his voice, "S-Saint Germain has stopped Balor's catastrophic fireball in the track!"

The humans once again cheered for their champion while Balor was exhausted and angry.

"W-why do you treat me like a joke," Balor questioned angrily.

Saint Germain sighs and says calmly, "I'm not treating you like a joke, Balor. You were the one who underestimated me. Your hubris brought you this mockery. Honestly, you gods are all the same. Your arrogance blinds you to humanity's true potential."

Balor sneered, "Potential? You humans are weak, feeble creatures. Tell me, what power do you truly have?"

Germain smiled, "Good question. You see this mirror floating beside me?"

Balor confusingly looks at the mirror.

Germain continued, "This is 'The Mirror of Adam'. It represents self-reflection and how to improve ourselves. What you and many gods fail to understand is that humanity pushes forward and advances while you stay the same. In other words..."

Germain then positions the mirror towards Balor. The demon looks into it and sees it radiating divine light.

"Our fire burns brighter than the gods. Prometheus Pyrkaios: Defiant Flame."

Suddenly, Balor is hit by the full blast of the yellow flame in full force. Balor screams as his body is scorched by the fire of humankind. This sent him flying and crashing into the earth. His body blackout and his eye rolled to the back of his head.

Silence fell as no human or god spoken say for the hopeful giggle of Hera.