After challenging the gods to the final fight of Ragnarok to determine the fate of mankind, Brunhilde and Goll make their way towards the Valkyrie headquarters. On the way there, Goll is still shaken up from her sister's bold, yet foolish challenge.

"Is something the matter Goll?" Brunhilde finally asks.

Goll moans in pain, falling to her knees before answering "I can't stand this anymore big sis."

A few moments of silence.

"Why big sis? Why did you have to object the will of the gods and make them angry?! You're just asking to get killed!"

"Goll… You are an apprentice Valkyrie, so you might not understand this yet." Brunhilde simply answers, unfazed.

"The bond between mankind and the Valkyries are deeper than those of the other gods. I simply cannot abandon them just like that."

"Big sis…"

'She's risking herself for the sake of mankind. Tragic. Only big sis Brunhilde can do something like this. To think she protects mankind to such an extent… it's amazing actually.'

"But can mankind really win? Just who do you think will represent the gods?" Goll asks, snapping back to reality.

"Foolish question Goll." Brunhilde begins. "The vanguard sure is-"

"Kehehehe!" A voice interrupts.

The duo turns to the voice, revealing it to belong to a thin, gangly, white-haired man, dressed in a jester's outfit, with checkered-fishnet tights and gloves, and tiny wings.

Dream Demon – Lust Demon

Incubus

"What you did at the conference was really something else, eh?" Incubus begins, slowly floating down to the two.

"I don't know what you're planning, but you better be careful" He winks. "The gods are cruel and ruthless. Nothing but a bunch of self-centered assholes if you ask me."

"But not to worry." Incubus vanished, before appearing directly in front of Brunhilde, caressing her chin with his long, gangly, fingers. "But if something bad happens, I'll make sure to protect you, okay Brunny?"

"Although…" Incubus voice darkens and raps, as a long, flabby, tongue slithers out of his mouth. "IT DEPENDS ON YOUR ATTITUDE."

Brunhilde can't help herself, but fall to her knees, much to Goll's shock.

"Kehehe." Incubus' snaky voice starts. "My, what a lovely attitude you have there. I have been very interested in you for a long time you know, kihihihi."

"I've always wondered what kind of voice would come out from that prideful, mighty Brünnhilde. KEHEHEHE!"

"I didn't start kneeling because of you."

"Huh?" Was Incubus' last words, before a blade swipes up, swiftly cutting Incubus' torso, along with his head and right arm cleanly off of his body like butter, leaving nothing more than a stump. After the deed was done, golden ichor sprays forth, drenching Brunhilde, as what remains of Incubus' corpse collapses to the ground.

"It's been a long time hasn't it…" Brunhilde begins, after the deed was done. "Santa Muerte."

Santa Muerte stands there, bringing back her scythe, before it dissipates from her grasp.

'Santa Muerte?!' Goll realizes, as her mind conflicts. 'As in THE personification of death Santa Muerte? What is she doing here?! Should I kneel or wha-'

Santa Muerte notices Goll's jittery movements, before telling her "Calm yourself Goll. You need not do such things. I was simply taking care of that creepy bastard. I never really did like him in all honesty."

Santa Muerte then turns her attention to Brunhilde. "Quite the move you did back there Brunhilde. Although, I must admit that I haven't the slightest clue as to what your plan truly is…"

"I have no idea what you are talking about…" She calmly speaks, still kneeling.

"Well, whatever it is…" Santa Muerte begins, as she slowly walks away, not in any way convinced. "It better be worth all of the trouble you are about to get yourself into."

Finally, she disappears into the darkness, back into the arena.

Goll finally releases the breath that she didn't realize she was holding. "I… I almost pissed myself! And yet, you are so calm sis."

"Was I really that calm? That is good to know." Brunhilde simply responds, as though nothing had happened.

"Huh?" Goll speaks, before slowly turning to her sister, only to realize that she herself was almost frozen in fear.

"Eh?! Big sis Brunhilde…"

Brunhilde quickly gets up, quickly walking away. "Come Goll. Let us hurry. We still have to choose the 13 representatives on mankind."

"Wha?! B-but. That's impossible! What kind of humans can fight against any god that powerful?"

"Calm down Goll." Brunhilde simply says, as she stops before a giant room, whose mighty, wooden doors quickly open to her, revealing holographic images upon images of every one of the most documented humans of history. Men and women of different eras and professions.

All the while, Goll stands in awe. This was the first time she had seen so many of the most well-known of humans.

Valkyrie Headquarters

Asgard

"You see Golls, I've already decided on the first vanguard, who shall go in the first round. This one should be able to do it." Brunhilde explains, as she brings up an image that slowly loads.

"He's probably the strongest. I've met him on the battlefield during one of my travels. A warrior like no other. A rebellious one, no doubt."

As soon as the image finally loads, Golls can only look in awe.

Later

Valhalla Arena

A large gladiatorial arena within the realm of the gods, similar in appearance to the Roman Colosseum that humanity themselves would build later on. The arena is packed, with the gods on one side of the arena, while on the other, were the humans. Within the respected size, were the entrance gates of the arena, metallic gates slowly opening up.

Somewhere, were all the gods, where Zeus, Bathala, and The Dagda sit on thrones, while Aphrodite sill sat on her throne, made of the same golem manservants that held up her breasts.

The crowds cheer on, as Brunhilde and Goll stand by, within the arena's humanity side viewpoint.

The spotlight shines to the middle of the arena, as the crowd silences. There, is a short, dark-skinned man with a robotic-looking face and red goggles, shirtless save for a purple, pointed, hooded cloak and a pair of dark pants, and red and white striped shoes.

The Watchman of the Apocalypse

Heimdall (Norse)

"Oh, how long have I been waiting for eons!" Heimdall exclaims, as he removes a golden horn, the Gjallarhorn. "The moment to finally blown of the Gjallarhorn! The time is upon us, Ladies and Gentlemen! The curtain of Ragnarok is drawing near! Are you ready for this?!"

The crowds erupt once more, ready for the battles to begin.

"The rules are simple! Fight to the death. That is all! The winner is decided by a complete and total annihilation of the other side!"

"It's about time." Goll nervously says. All the while, Brunhilde simply watches, though she manages to hear a nervous man praying for humanity's victory.

"Oh, Almighty One…"

"Steel your tongue. Do you really want to pray to the god who wishes for you destruction?" Brunhilde interrupts the man, as she raises a brow.

The nervous man gulps, as he stops his prayer.

"The first bout! Introducing the representative of the gods for the first round!"

A falcon's cry is heard echoing throughout the arena, before the western gate opens.

"A helper of Ra, and the symbol of the power of the Pharoah throughout most of Egypt's history."

A pair of mighty, feathered wings emerge from the gates, before the figure of a mighty avian creature takes off into the skies.

"After his father, the Egyptian Lord Osiris was killed by Set, he took it upon himself to take the throne from his own uncle, and won the match! Though he lost his left eye, he still continued to be a well-known deity in all of Egypt!"

Then, the avian creature lands, revealing to be a middle-aged man with an exposed missing left eye, wearing an elaborate headdress decorated to look like a falcon's head, while dark brown dreadlocks hang behind. The god wore a gold and white shendyt around his waist, and elaborate, golden, bracelets adorned his upper arm and wrists, and golden sandals on his feet.

"Hailing from Egypt, representing the gods, HORUS!"

God's First Representative

Horus (Ancient Egypt)

"And now, the representative of humanity for the first round!"

The eastern gate opens, and a plethora of Scottish men walk out, six carrying war drums, while the rest carried bagpipes, before playing a war tune from said bagpipes and drums.

"A man shrouded in mystery! When was he born? Who knows! Did he have a wife and children? Who knows! All that is known about this man is that he was not just a knight, but also a resistance leader who took part in the first Scottish War of Independence!"

The men slowly step aside, as a man slowly walks to the arena. As soon as the man walks past the group, they slowly retreat within the arena gates.

"Even when standing on Death's door, this man still stood tall, whether it was on the battlefield, or even his own trial and execution!"

Now, the man with reddish hair and beard, is revealed, wearing a light green tunic over chainmail armor, and a red, black, and yellow tartan draped over his tunic, wrapped around his waist and blue warpaint on his face, with a sword strapped to his side, and brown fur boots.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Scottish Rebel, SIR WILLIAM WALLACE!"

Humanity's First Representative

William Wallace (Scotland)

The first two competitors stared each other down, each waiting for the round to start, as each competitor was cheered on by their respective side.

Heimdall excitedly announces once again. "This is truly a battle of the greatest of all time! Representing the gods, The Falcon King, Horus!"

Horus retracts his wings behind his back, as he unsheathes his golden spear, before getting into a fighting stance, receiving a roar from the gods.

"And his opponent, One of the most renowned figures in Scottish history, Sir. William. Wallace!"

William unsheathes his sword, before gripping it tightly with both hands, earning a roar from the humans.

"Come on Horus! Show them what you got, and make me proud!" Proclaimed the voice of a goddess, wearing an elaborate, white gown decorated in gold, with colorful blue and green wings.

Egyptian Queen of the Throne

Isis (Ancient Egypt)

"This will no doubt end in the victory of Horus! He has this in the bag!" Exclaimed a god with an ornate, jackal-headed headdress, with sharp claws and toenails

Egyptian God of the Afterlife

Anubis (Ancient Egypt)

"You can do this papa!" Came the voice of a young man with long black hair, a sistrum beside him.

Sistrum Player and Son of Horus

Ihy (Ancient Egypt)

As the gods continue to shower wishes of good luck to Horus, a thunderous laugh erupts from the humanity's side.

The laugh came from a muscular man in military fatigues, body covered in scars, hair in black and white, tied in a topknot, a cigar in his mouth, a gold, Greek helmet lay beside him.

Spartan Commander

King Leonidas (Ancient Greece)

"Bahahaha!" Leonidas laughed. "These gods really think that they'd wind that easily! Then they are foolish! The strength of Sir William is undeniable!"

"Indeed." Nodded a man, who was wearing the same clothing as William, minus the tartan. "William Wallace is without a doubt an excellent choice for the first round."

Scottish Commander

Andew De Moray (Scotland)

'Here we go! After all this time, I now finally get to play this wonderful sound.' Heimdall thinks, as a tear flows from his eye, before he slowly inhales, before taking an exhale to blow the horn.

In accordance with The Edda, when Heimdall, the Watcher of the End, blows the Gjallarhorn, it would mark the signal of Ragnarok.

Finally, Heimdall blows the horn, the sound echoing throughout the arena.

"Now! Finally, the battle between Horus of the Gods, and Sir William Wallace of the Humans. Let Round One… BEGIN!"

A gong sounds, signaling the start of the round, and for a good long while, neither combatant move. Then, with weapons held in guard, The two began to circle the arena, each one keeping a close eye on the other.

"As expected," Came the voice of a goddess in a white kimono with red designs, and a sun headdress. "Neither are taking each other lightly."

The Sun Goddess of the Shinto Pantheon

Amaterasu (Japan)

All the while, Bathala's arms are crossed, as he observes the match, a grunt escaping his mouth.

As the two combatants prepare, Horus could not help, but observe the humans, young and old, watching in anticipation, some nervous as well.

'This feels wrong…' Horus realizes, before he speaks to his opponent.

"You there. Sir William Wallace, correct?" He asks.

"Aye laddie. That be me." William Wallace snorts.

"Do you really wish to continue with this?" Horus continues. "If you agree with me, then we can call of this whole thing, and speak with both Zeus and Brunhilde about this."

In the stands, both gods and humans express shock as to what Horus has said.

"E-eh!" Anubis exclaims. "What is this about?"

"Come on Horus!"

"Don't make a mockery out of us!"

"How interesting!" Heimdall comments. "It seems that Horus does not want to fight after all! Could this be the end of Ragnarok before it even starts?"

Meanwhile, Goll sighs in relief. She was relieved that bit every god would want bloodshed to decided humanity's fate. All the while, Brunhilde sternly looks on. On the other side, Santa Muerte and Eros continue to observe, hopeful that the entirety will be called off.

"I understand where you are coming from. But, in life, I fought for the freedom of Scotland, and died doing so." William replied. "If I am to die defending the rest of humanity from extinction, then so be it!" He finishes, with raising his sword up.

While some of the humans cheer at Wallace's statement, the rest do not, sighing in defeat, knowing that William could potentially be killed, inching them closer to mass destruction. All the while, Santa Muerte, Eros, and Goll sigh in defeat. Turns out that blood will be shed after all.

"Come on William!"

"You know better than that!"

"Very well then…" Horus sighs, as he readies his spear. "Then have at thee!"

The two charge at each other, with their weapons locking, none seem to budge.

"Incredible!" Heimdall exclaims. "William Wallace denies the mutual forfeit, and has charged against Horus, and both of their weapons are locked in, none budging at the slightest."

"I am disappointed in you William!" Horus spouts, as he swipes with his lance. "Defending does not necessarily mean dying for them!"

"You say that, but look at us!" William counters, his sword clanging against Horus' spear. "We were forced to fight for what we had hoped to achieve. That is exactly what defending is!"

"As expected!"

"Humans really are savage creatures with no remorse!"

Without warning, William lessens the grip of his right hand, and lands a punch to Horus' head, knocking the god back slightly, causing him to flinch.

The gods, and everyone else are in shock at the outcome.

"I don't believe it!" Heimdall calls out. "Just a punch from William was enough to momentarily stun Horus!"

"I'm impressed." Horus quickly stands up. "Now then, get ready!" His spear suddenly glows, much to Isis' shock.

"The spear is glowing." Isis realizes. "Osiris my love, is this your doing?"

A/N:

And we're clear!

Round 1 is well underway, with Horus vs William Wallace!

I hope I did William Wallace justice. This isn't Braveheart William Wallace, I can assure you of that.

Same goes for Horus. I had to give him an actual weapon, because if you know your myths, then you know why I did that.

Anyways, next chapter, the rise of Horus and William Wallace.

Until the next chapter, BYE!