"Y-you're… THE BUDDHA!?" Pandora gasps as Buddha is suddenly standing right in front of her. A member of the original Einherjar and inventor of the Volund which saved humanity 1000 years ago! "W-what're you doing here!?"

Buddha picks his ear a little. "Yeah so. You don't know what you're doing, unlike Brunhilde," He bluntly says and Pandora feels her heart sink.

"... you're right. I don't,"

"Then figure it out already will ya?" He once again bluntly asks. "Or what? You want me to take over?"

Pandora looks up at his one eye. "N-no! I WILL do it! I promise!"

Buddha smirks putting a hand on her head. "You bet you will, kiddo. Here's what you're gonna do," He points at Pandora. "You're gonna go to your archives. To the rooms. You're gonna put that brain of yours to good use and make a PLAN!" He declares.

Pandora gulps. "B-but… what about? W-what about Ragnarok!? The fifth round is starting any minute!" She says, Buddha walking past her with a flick of his hand.

"Let me handle that. We got a common… acquaintance who was REALLY excited at the opportunity to have a tussle in Ragnarok. I even asked him to buy time for ya!"

"B-buy time? But… how much time can you BUY in Ragnarok!?"

Buddha pops the lollipop out of his mouth and firmly bites it to pieces. "Knowing him? Couple'a days probably?" He gets a cocky smirk on his face. "He's a tricky bastard. Don't sweat it. kay?"

"O-okay! T-thank you Mister Buddha! THANK YOU!" She calls as Buddha casually waves her off as he heads towards the arena and Pandora looks down the hallway. "A plan. Yeah. Let's make… a plan!" She strides towards the Akashic records with a newly found spring in her step.

Buddha makes his way to the balcony with a grin on his face. "Good girl. Cook up something amazing for us now." He looks down at the arena which has been renovated to look new and fresh. "Let's see what you got to match 'him'… Ra," He says, taking out a new lollipop.

Meanwhile down on the ground below Valhalla arena the cloaked figure who heard Beethoven's loudest note from way out in the distance is finally closing in to the arena. He looks up at the arena floating far above the ground, still quite far in the distance. "Hmmm…" He bends down the ground around his boots trembling as he suddenly BLASTS into the air at immense speeds.

Up in the arena Heimdall raises his horn. "After such a splendid display of power and wildness from both humanity and Heaven we move on to the fifth round of RAGNAROK! Let's do this! ARE YOU READY!?" Heimdall declares and everyone roars loudly. "That's what I like to hear! Starting us off this time! FOR THE GODS!" A holy choir begins singing as angels fly around the arena. "He is the arbiter of humanity! Yet now he battles for Heaven! Without him, humanity would long since be gone!" Heimdall starts as a spotlight shines down on the entrance as the metallic clang of Michael's greaves echo. "Will his love for humanity g-" SUDDENLY! From the sky itself a shadow is cast down upon the arena and Heimdall looks up. "WHAAAA!" He manages to leap out of the way just in time as the figure comes CRASHING down from above.

Ra smirks a little. "Hm. I didn't expect you to leap THAT far…" He says with a grin. "Heimdall. I would like to switch the choice to this man," Michael steps out with a shocked expression.

"But lord Ra!? I was promised my turn?" he asks and Ra simply glares down at him.

"I would like you… to wait, Michael. Get out of my sight," he simply says and Michael looks worried at humanity before retreating.

"I-Impossible… who is that man?"

Heimdall gulps as the figure hasn't said a word yet. "R-right well it seems there's been a change of plans then! Representing the gods is THIS GOD!" He throws out his hand. "All across Heaven this god has wandered! His feet have carried him further than any god before him! For millions of years his travels brought him near and far! For what you may ask!?" The god winds back his shoulder a little, cracking his neck under the hood. "For POWER! The power which he once had! A god who fell from power into despair! But did he let this failure define him! NAY! He took up the challenge and relentlessly clawed himself back from the brink of weakness!" Heimdall calls out as the gods begin to mutter amongst each other looking at the figure's muscular arms and tall brooding physique.

"That guy…" "Noooo… it surely can't be?" "Didn't he die a long time ago!?" "To that wolf?"

"No longer shall anything stand within his way! Not monsters! Not gods! Not even the walking apocalypse: Fenrir! AND NOW! Not even Ragnarok shall shake this unstoppable god of war! No longer shall he cower in fear of ANYTHING! Not death, not loss! Not even defeat! The colds of Helheim couldn't hold him! The fires of Muspelheim could not incinerate him! No mountain too tall to climb! Not Olympus! Not Svarga! No cavern too dark for the eye of Mimir!" He says as the figure looks up his eye glowing with a strange rune. "No magic too obscure! The nature of Freya! The ephemeral magic of the Duat! The lightning of Zeus! All of it at the disposal of this utter force of nature! Not even the loss of his arm could deter this god!" He calls out.

Up in the stands, next to Odin, the strongest norse god, Thor leans forward against Mjolnir. "It is good to see you again… old friend," He says

"The journey of a BILLION MILES starts with a single step! None fit this description better than this man! BEHOLD LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GODS AND GODDESSES! The return of a legend! The god of war! The tamer of Fenrir! The slayer of monsters! THE BLESSED KING OF WAR! THE ANCIENT AND ETERNAL LEGEND! TYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYRRRRRR!" the man throws his cloak aside revealing his appearance fully. He is a stoic man wearing no armor apart from a single shoulder-guard. The remaining clothing is heavy winter-clothing in blue with a tall scarf around his neck which obscures his mouth, heavy tundra-boots with white fur lining and a slim-fitting shirt with a sword at his side. The blade is dark and the hilt has several runes along it. Additionally his arm is decorated with a glowing red tattoo of runes as well. His hair is bright blue set in several dreads. One of his eyes has the aforementioned rune which looks like an arrow pointed up, or a T with bent edges. The other is bright cyan with a black eyeball.

Tyr looks to Heimdall. "Must you speak of me so… passionately?" He asks and Heimdall gulps.

"W-well I'm… just making it interesting for the audience!"

Tyr looks around. "Ragnarok is more theatrical than I expected," He looks up to the balcony spotting Thor, but quickly averts his eyes. "So where is my opponent?"

Heimdall nods. "We were JUST getting to that! Let's see here!" He starts before he pauses. "Wait this can't be right…" He grits his teeth. "You're KIDDING? H-HE is here!? This… oh boy. Alright! Here we go! REPRESENTING HUMANITY! He is a man known across all of Heaven, moreso than among humanity! To call him known is not quite accurate! To call him a man is not entirely accurate either! This BEING has been a thorn in the sides of too many gods to count! Has mocked and humiliated more gods than most care to count! He creates mayhem and destruction wherever in Heaven he goes!" Suddenly the sound of happy skipping can be heard from down the hall. "Nicknamed the Scourge of Heaven he does not care for anyone! His allegiance lies SOLELY with himself and all who oppose Heaven and the gods themselves! He has stolen COUNTLESS holy artifacts! Destroyed multiple holy structures! Openly mocked and humiliated US! THE GODS THEMSELVES! Why has Heaven not disposed of a MENACE of this magnitude!? For a simple reason! He is simply put TOO POWERFUL!" Suddenly from the door shoots a man into a full double frontflip, landing into a front handspring, then a cartwheel and a triple backflip, spinning around with a laugh. It's Sun Wukong!

"Any attempt made to subdue or kill this man have failed! He is the only being who may freely travel to Earth as he pleases save for the gods themselves! Any attempts to defeat, stop or even SLOW him, were met with a playfulness so brazen that the word 'Child' does not even BEGIN to describe his behavior!"

Wukong laughs and spins his staff around.

"The only deal he ever struck with Heaven was to keep himself isolated in China during his treks to Earth! Wielding the Heavenly pillar, Ruyi Jingu Bang, he continues to taunt the gods with his mere existence and feats of strength, speed, endurance! Can nothing stop this man!? To no unknowing audience I present to you! HUMANITY'S FIFTH COMBATANT! The Scourge of Heaven! The Trickster of The Jade Palace! THE BIGGEST MISTAKE OF HEAVEN! THE MONKEY KING!" Wukong slams his staff into the floor striking a pose. "SUUUUUN WUUUKOOOOOOOOONG!"

INSTANTLY the gods' side of the stadium erupts to angry screams. "GET THAT GUY OUTTA HERE!" "He's not even a human!" "This shit has NOTHING to do with him!"

Heimdall looks up. "H-hey now let's calm down everyo-" "Piss off, asshole!" "Yeah get lost!" "We have REAL things to do rather than deal with YOU!"

Heimdall is about to speak up when Wukong snickers bursting into laughter. "Oh man Oh man. I KNEW you all would be SO pissed that I was here! Tell you what? If you don't want me to be here THAT badly…" He points to the ground in front of him, his gleeful expression suddenly darkening into something rather sinister. "Come down here… and remove me yourself. How about that? I'll take you ALL on at once!" He calls out and suddenly the stadium falls oddly silent. "Thaaaaat's what I thought. The little gods don't want to ACTUALLY deal with their problems," He laughs happily, looking to Tyr. "Hey. Wanna see my god impression?" He suddenly throws himself on his back. "Waaaaa. Buhu look at me. I can't even deal with his own proooooblems. I'd rather just yell at them and hope they fix themselves. Sniff sniff sniff. So sad. So stupid," He rolls onto his side, seeing the gods SEETHING with rage, leaning his head in his hands. "Whatcha think? Pretty accurate huh?"

Tyr doesn't seem to react. "You are my opponent? The infamous Sun Wukong. Hm. Perfect for proving what I wish to prove,"

Wukong raises an eyebrow. "Wish to prove?"

Suddenly a single clack of his staff silences the arena as Ra stands. "Sun Wukong. I would like you to leave. Now,"

Wukong smirks. "Not happening, Sun God. I got INVITED here. By a god no less!"

"Oh? And who might have done that? Certainly no god worth his title."

Wukong points up behind himself to Buddha standing in the back, Buddha giving a light wave. "By my old friend, Buddha. Besides, if I remember what I was told about the rules, there's nothing in the rules saying a non-human can't fight for humanity. Vice versa, but I take it you prideful bastards would never choose a non-god to fight for you, would you? So what do you say we get on with this? I don't really care either way. I've got aaaaaall week!" He says slamming his staff down.

Ra begrudgingly sits back down. "Fine… I will allow it."

Wukong snickers. "Yeeeeah you will. Kikiki,"

Tyr points forward. "Hmp. If I am to take Heimdall's praises of your strength at face value… then this battle will be of good use to me," The two step up to each other, making Heimdall feel a cold aura engulf him.

"Oh yeah? You're gonna kill me, are you? Not the first time a god's been wrong about that,"

"No. I'm not here to kill anyone. I'm not even here to fight. I'm not here to fight for the gods. I'm not even here to win. I am here for one thing and one thing only. I am here to retake my position as the greatest and most powerful god of war. And for that… you will make the perfect opponent."

"Kikiki. You're on pal," Wukong leans his head to the side. "Let's give them a show then. Hope you can keep up with me,"

"Should not be a problem," The two of them step close to each other and it's as if their auras meld and clash, creating an almost space-warping effect around them.

Heimdall backs away as the two fighters stand in front of each other. "L-L… … Le-" His voice gets caught in his throat. 'W-what the hell what the hell WHAT THE HELL!? I-I can't speak… this aura… it's so palpable I can practically taste it! I-Is the arena e-even going to be able to contain them!?' He feels his back hit the arena's wall. "BBBB-b…" He pants, breaking into a cold sweat and quickly jumps up over the railing and lets out a relieved sigh as he starts to feel at least a little safe. "LET THE FIFTH MATCH OF RAGNAROK! B-B-BEGIN!" In the same moment both fighters leap back one step before lunging forward, striking each other's fists, causing a MASSIVE kinetic pulse to erupt, both fighters forced off each other.

Tyr lowering his fist while Wukong holds his up looking at it practically smoking. smirking while Tyr still has a deadpan expression on his face. He blows on it, shaking his hand a little. "Oh this is gonna be GREAT!"