A/N: Hey everybody!

Valhalla Arena

Round 3 continues on, as the battle continues, with each strike that Lancelot viciously strikes, Perseus is quick to either dodge the attack, or take the damage head on, with nothing more than a slight cut akin to a papercut.

"I must say." Lancelot begins. "You're taking my attacks quite well. Not many of my opponents can claim the same thing."

"Well, what can I say…" Perseus replies, still staying focused. "The rage of battle has prepared me for so much. Well, that and some help from the gods does help as well."

With blinding speed, Perseus readies the Harpe, concentrating his strength on the weapon, before thrusting it forward. Lancelot raises his shield. Upon impact, a shockwave emits, cracking the pillars. Despite the cracks, nothing more than a small crater is created under Lancelot's own feet, leaving the gods in shock.

Kratira Diaspasi

"I don't believe it!" Heimdall begins. "Despite the strength of Perseus' attack, Lancelot's shield was strong enough to handle it. Could this be the chance that Humanity has been waiting for?"

"I know it's just a crater, but can Lancelot really take one more?" Goll questions.

"That is the power of Randgriz." Brunhilde starts. "Her name means the Shield Truce Destroyer. As Perseus has been regarded to be a Living Shield, Randgriz's power allow the user to handle more than the average fighter can."

Hrist huffs. "As much as I hate to admit it, Randgriz is the right choice for Lancelot when it comes to fighting against Perseus."

Back in the arena, Perseus chuckles at the result of the clash. "I'm impressed. Not many can claim to keep standing from that."

Perseus then strikes Lancelot with a headbutt, bursting his skull open.

Lancelot grunts, as he falls back, clutching his face tightly with his hand. "That was a dirty move, so called greatest hero of all time…" He growls.

Although Perseus does not respond, his expression quickly changes to that not a lot of individuals have ever seen from him.

However, very few were able to notice Perseus' sudden mood change. While many interpret it as Perseus being uninterested with the battle, and wanting to get it over with. Other observers have thought otherwise. One of the being his great-grandson, Heracles.

' Grandfather, you are bored out of your mind. Is there something more that you wish out of this?' Heracles questions as the fight goes forward. Meanwhile, the people around him, namely Nike, Athena, Stheno, and Euryale, alternate between cheering for their respective side, and glaring at each other for their choice.

Perseus.

A man who was a demigod, yet never a god. Before his birth, it was foretold that he would kill his grandfather Acrisius. Though Acrisius did all he could to avoid the birth of his killer, the advancements of Zeus brought him into this world.

Acrisius would later throw his pregnant daughter into the ocean, in the hopes that the power of Poseidon would kill him. However, Zeus forced Poseidon to spare both mother and unborn child, sending them both so Seriphos, where the fisherman Dictys finds them, and cares for them.

Ancient Greece

"Three cheers for the mighty Perseus!" The crowd cheers, as Perseus walks on, the mighty hero having just returned, after slaying both Medusa and Cetus.

At the return, none were more shocked by his return than a thin elderly man, wearing a regal, purple himation with a white chlamys with gold trim.

King of the Island of Seriphos

Polydectes (Ancient Greece)

"P-P-Perseus!" Polydectes begins in utter shock. "You actually returned. Th-then does that means that you have successfully defeated Medusa!"

"That's right you old geezer," Perseus grunts. "Now do your part of the deal, and release my mother!"

"I-I-I Uh…" Polydectes stutters, as he tried to find the correct words to say.

"Well!"

"Well, you see. Your mother is currently resting her weary bones. She has been working so hard since you left, and she is very tired."

"Is that so?" Perseus huffs, not in any way convinced. "In that case, I'll have to see for myself."

Before Polydectes could protest, Perseus quickly makes it to his home thanks to Hermes' help. Upon his arrival, and entering his home, it was easy to see that it was in fact empty, pieces of furniture thrown around, scratches and breaks on the walls and everything else, and not the slightest sense of life anywhere in the building, save for a startled rat, who quickly scurries away back into the darkness.

Seeing this filled Perseus with fury. Soon, a fury that could only be matched by Zeus filled the room. The aura of such strength could be felt for miles.

"POLYDECTES!" Perseus furiously yells. "YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!"

Despite being the overall king, Polydectes felt nothing more than a mere worm at the presence of such furious aura.

"Y-yes…" Polydectes struggled, still cowering at such a sight.

"Where is my mother?!" Perseus demands, walking closer to the king. "Answer truthfully, unless you want to know what happens if you don't…"

So struck with fear, Polydectes knew that he had no choice but to answer truthfully. "She's at the temple. We have no idea why she has decided to live there. We swear!"

Using Hermes' gift once more, Perseus quickly makes his way into the temple, before he forcefully opens the doors. After a bit of looking around, Perseus finally sees the figure of a woman wearing white Greek toga, with light blue accents and matching shawl.

Mother of Perseus

Danae (Ancient Greece)

"Mother!" Perseus rushes over. Danae recognizes the voice, and in tears, wraps her son tight in an embrace.

"Perseus!" Danae sobs as she feels the warmth of her son. "I cannot believe it. You have finally returned!"

Seeing his mother in such a disarrayed state, Perseus begins to ask in anger. "Mother, tell me who did this to you. I swear by the gods, that they shall pay."

So scared to speak, Danae struggled as she shakily lifts her finger up, pointing at the entrance of the temple, where just in time, Polydectes and a few of his fellow nobles have appeared at the entrance of the temple.

"I-i-it was… all… him…" Danae finally speaks, the hints of terror sill in her voice. "Such… terri… ble. Things."

Perseus turns his head, and seeing that it was Polydectes himself, his brows furrow further into anger, as he reaches into kibisis.

Fearing that his days were numbered, Polydectes cowardly falls to his knees, bowing to Perseus as though he was someone much higher than him in terms of both strength and status. His fellow nobles following suit.

"Please, Perseus. It's not what you think. Please have mercy!"

"You don't seem to understand." Perseus starts, as he lifts the contents off of kibisis. "You have violated my mother! And for that, I will never forgive you!"

The last that Polydectes sees is a flashing glare, as the hiss of a hundred snakes could be heard.

Though the tale of Perseus is often regarded as one of the happier tales in Greek Mythology, it still had its own fair share of moments from a darker time. However, Perseus story was far from over.

Present Day

"Come on Lancelot!" Perseus tried to coerce. "You can do better than that, right? At least make this interesting."

Ignoring the throbbing pain, Lancelot swipes his lance to his side. "So, you did that headbutt as a way to motivate me?"

Perseus simply nods in response, a slight smile forming on his face.

"Seems that I got my answer…" Lancelot brushes back his hair, the smear of blood painting a small streak. "In that case, consider me motivated. For I have a destiny to fulfill, and I intend to fulfill it."

At this, Zeus, along with every other god eye the two combatants eagerly.

Lancelot's lance suddenly changes into a sword, before it begins to glow, surprising those present.

Galahad gasps at the realization. "What the hell? Is father really going to use that?"

"As part of my penance, I call upon thee…" Lancelot begins as he stabs his sword to the ground, be he swings it up, a burst of light soon emerges, speeding towards Perseus. Perseus quickly holds his shield up. Though the shield is able to absorb the damage, however, the shield could only take so much, before a brief explosion launches him back. Seeing the moment, the gods are left in shock at what they saw before their eyes.

Warrior's Wave

"What in the world?!" Ares spits his tea out in shock.

"Impossible…" Zeus' eyes widen in shock.

"By the gods…" Athena gasps.

"My goodness gracious!" Heimdall starts in shock. "Despite taking most of it, the shock is enough to send back Perseus!"

Perseus digs his hand into the dirt, scraping it as he slid to stop himself, leaving a dirt track from his hand and feet. With such an impact and stress, the straps on his sandals begin to snap off, much to Hermes' shock.

"B-but how?" Hermes jaw drops.

Getting back up, Perseus notices, but his expression hardly changed. "Well then... guess I won't be able to rely on them anymore."

"With a promise in mind, I will not lose!" Lancelot declares, as he puts himself back int position.

Meanwhile, at the very top of the arena was Sun Wukong, sitting there, a pear clutched on his tail. The monkey king intends to spectate the match as far away from the other gods as he could.

"This is the first time I've seen Perseus be put in such a situation…" Sun Wukong says before he takes a bite into the pear. "Have we been wrong all this time about the humans?"

In the arena, despite taking such attacks from their opponent, both Lancelot and Perseus still stood tall, as if what had hit them was nothing more than a brief push. The gods in particular could not believe that Perseus of all people had been pushed back by some human's measly attack.

In the VIP section of the gods, Ares in particular, was still in disbelief at such a display.

"What in the world?!" Ares speaks in shock. "How did that human do that? Surely not even the power of a Valkyrie can grant such power."

Hermes, though still in shock at the destruction of his own possession, is quick to answer.

"Hmm…" Hermes scratches his chin. "I am not sure myself, but it is entirely possible that Lancelot has learned it from someone else instead."

Back in the arena, Perseus expression changes into a more excited tone, much to the surprise of the gods. "I can't remember the last time I've been put in such a spot. I suppose it's time for me to finally get serious."

"Was that all it took?" Lancelot smirks. "Well, you can thank the monks that I have spent the last few years of my life. Spending time with them has allowed me to reach inner peace. With it, I finally attained Warrior's Soul."

At the reveal, many humans, both warrior or not, clap at the knight's revelation.

"HAHA!" Galahad cheers. "Only father can claim that! Come on!"

A voice interrupts Galahad's celebration. The voice hardly had the enthusiasm that Galahad had. "Tch! Yeah, yeah. Warrior's Soul is impressive and all that, but he's still got a lot to learn."

The comment came from a knight with dark red hair wearing dark gray armor with a torn dark brown cape hanging over his shoulder.

Knight of the Round, and Lancelot's Sworn Rival

Gawain (England)

"'Oy!" Ector snaps. "Come now Gawain. While you did achieve Warrior's Soul first, now is not the time for such comments."

"Yeah sir!" Galahad interrupts. "I know you and father don't get along, but at least try to enjoy something, will ya?"

Before Gawain could say something, Arthur shushes them. "Quiet all of you! Now is not the time for celebration. The battle is still ongoing."

A/N: And we're clear!

Maybe it was a little bit too early to reveal a backstory, but that is just the first part. There's still a big part of Perseus story that needs to be told, but it will be saved for a later part.

Also, the Sun Wukong scene and Gawain were meant to be in the previous chapter, but for some reason, I skipped over it during my notes, so I put it here instead.

Anyways, Round 3 continues next chapter. Until then,

BYE!