Tyr is sitting with Wukong in the arena, as Wukong roasts the last marshmallow on Ruyi Jingu Bang which he shrunk down to be a little stick. "So then I grabbed the pillar he said was IMMOVABLE and swung it around like a damn baton! And that's how I got my hands on Ruyi Jingu Bang!" Wukong finishes a story.

Tyr doesn't react physically just muttering a little. "How insightful…"

Wukong laughs. "Not AT ALL. Doesn't that annoy you. I've been sitting here telling useless stories for THREE HOURS!" He asks picking some sticky fluff out of his teeth.

Tyr remains quiet for a few seconds before Wukong finishes the marshmallow and jumps back up. "Not particularly. A few hours off my life is nothing compared to what I've wasted."

Wukong stretches a bit. "Right. Right. But theeeeese hours were completely meaningless."

Tyr stands as well and draws his sword making a few of the runes glow down the blade. "No they were not. You said you needed a break. "Besides... these past few hours have been very… marsh-mellow…"

Wukong blinks a few times before looking up to Tyr. "..."

"... … …" Tyr looks back. "Marsh… mellow?" He says completely serious, the whole stadium completely deserted and quiet.

"... … PFT!" Wukong suddenly bursts out laughing as he falls back. "Marsh-mellow!? AAAAHAHAHAAA! AHAHAHAHHAAAAAAH! That's so baaaad! Awful! Terrible! Holy SHIT!" he howls for nearly a full minute. "Wait. HEY! I hate you! Stop making me laugh! That wasn't funny it was STUPID!"

Tyr smirks as he stands. "Worth a try," He adds with a light shrug.

Wukong bends over backwards almost touching the ground with his forehead stretching. "Marsh-mellow… grrrr…" He grumbles a bit before letting out a deep sigh. "Well… Break's over. Let's go!" He suddenly BLASTS back up headbutting Tyr dead on making the norse god stumble back a little.

"A cheap trick as expected," They both step back as Wukong prepares Ruyi Jingu Bang again. The two stand there for a bit, as the arena begins to slowly fill up with the gods and humans who were hanging around the arena. As the campfire slowly begins to fade they both prepare to attack, everyone staring anxiously down at the arena as they both flex their muscles.

…

…

… The fire goes out.

And as if no time had passed at all the two warriors strike each other, Wukong with a straight strike, Tyr blocking it with his sword, Wukong swinging a leg up for a straight kick as well! Tyr was ready gripping his sword tighter and a purple shield forms around his blade, making it larger as well as extending a shield down below the hilt which blocks the kick, making it look more like a cutlass with a large handguard. He pushes Wukong back, the monkey king responding with a backflip, Tyr swinging at him with his extended sword before he can land, Wukong blocking it and jamming Ruyi Jingu Bang into the floor to stop Tyr's swing. Wukong puts a hand on the end of his staff, leaping over it with a tight grip, swinging it over his head. Tyr raises his sword, the hiltshield expanding to all around him blocking the strike, before Tyr elbows Wukong in the stomach, easily able to pass through his own shield. Wukong goes flying, coughing a bit as he got the air knocked out of his lungs. However he suddenly stops himself midair somehow Tyr, tilting his head as Wukong rides back down on a swirly white puffy cloud. "Knocked the AIR outta me there, Tyr. Not cool."

"This is a battle. What did you expect?" He curiously looks at the cloud.

"I expected some competition maybe? Heh. Also this is Jindouyun. Nabbed this little guy from Yu Huang back in the day. Apparently it's a special cloud some dragons use to peach on. Who knew?" He says laughing as Tyr just nods.

"Understood. So you can fly as well. How quaint," he says before taking the initiative as Wukong is laying down on his cloud, extending his blade. "Shield of the Vanir!" His blade extends, coming down on Wukong swiftly, the monkey swiftly putting up his staff, using both hands and feet to block the attack, pushing back, sending his staff flying into the air as Tyr's purple magic blade shrinks back down. Wukong shoots into the sky on his cloud grabbing Ruyi Jingu Bang out of the air, and instantly thrusting down at Tyr, extending it. Tyr smirks and mimics Wukong's technique, creating a pillar of the Vanir shield which shoots from his sword, the two striking each other in the middle. Wukong is knocked off his cloud, retracting his staff and landing on the cloud as it chases him down.

"OI! That's MY thing! Lay off it will ya!?" He angrily shakes his fist at Tyr.

Tyr smirks. "You do not own the thrusting attack. If you think you are safe on your little cloud, I will simply prove you wrong. That is all," He adds and Wukong feels a little vein pop.

Buddha laughs up in the stands, leaned against a wall. "Man. Tyr… you really know how to piss him off don't you?"

Wukong leaps off his cloud and falcon-dives straight down towards the war god gripping his staff with both hands. "SAFE!? I don't NEED safety to fight YOU!" He strikes Tyr with his staff like he's trying to force him to benchpress it, Tyr putting up his blade to block, but is swiftly brought to his knees when Wukong let's go of it and front-flips kicking down on the end for an additional strike.

"!" Tyr feels his grip weaken as he's knocked to the ground and then kicked across the arena, Wukong swiftly getting on his cloud to bolt after him.

"What's the matter, Tyr!? Need a break!? TOO BAD!" Tyr bounces on the ground once, before stabbing his blade into the floor to break and steady himself, suddenly seeing Wukong in front of him shove his hand into his cloud and it forms into a fist striking him back further, his block thrown up in futile as the cloud himself warps around it only being solid when it strikes him. MONKEY KING'S DIVINE CLOUD FIST! Tyr steps back with a smirk as he looks up at Wukong, the cloud warping around his arm and over to his other arm, creating a sash over his shoulders, Ruyi Jingu Bang growing to accommodate his larger 'hand'. "You think this cloud's 'safe' now!?"

Tyr stands and dusts himself off, wiping some blood from his lip. "Not at all," They two leap at each other, speeding up their battle to an insane degree once again.

Elsewhere in Valhalla arena sounds of striking can be heard. "You got it champ. That's how you throw a proper punch," Sunny Liston says as Raijin shakes his fist.

"Man… Ali did this EVERY single time he punched!?" He says, as there were a LOT of steps.

"He sure did. But you're a natural. Hey Fujin! You wanna try too?" He asks and Fujin laughs from his wheelchair.

"I don't think I can punch with the full technique. But thank you…" He looks up at the screen and puts a finger on his chin. "Those two are fighting again."

Raijin pauses his sparring to join him with the other boxes. "They're going fast. Hey, Fujin. That monkey king stole your cloth!" Raijin says with a point and Fujin laughs making Raijin smile gently.

"Noooono. That's a cloud."

The other boxers look at the screen barely able to keep up. "What the HELL is happening down there!? It's so fast the TV can't keep up!"

Raijin smirks, pushing the boxers' heads down playfully. "Idiots it's an Oracle Sphere! It ain't like your human shit. It's more like a window! Those guys are just moving FAST! Not faster than me obviously. I think…" He squints his eyes at the screen. "Nah. I could keep up with that,"

"That's the champ!" They punch Raijin's shoulders as well, Raijin shoving them back with a smirk.

"It's gonna be like that!? BRING IT ON!" He starts up his sparring again, leaving Fujin with just a few boxers, watching the screen.

"You can really follow this, Fujin?"

"Yeah. I think Wukong is using that cloud to propel himself forward?"

Back at the arena Wukong boosts forward, Jindouyun, having snaked down his legs forming little wings on his feet, allowing him to propel himself forward at immense speeds, striking with the enlarged Ruyi Jingu Bang at equally blazing speeds, Tyr being on the defensive. Wukong kicks Tyr with his cloudy foot, sending the Norse god flying back, Tyr smirking midair, correcting himself mid-air, just in time for Wukong to smash back into him. "Finally taking me seriously are you, Monkey King?" Tyr asks and Wukong smirks.

"Not by a LONG SHOT!" He launches Tyr into the air. "I'm just giving you a taste of the unbeatable Monkey King!" He calls out and swings at Tyr, sending him higher into the air with Ruyi Jingu Bang, darting back and forth to direct Tyr higher and higher. "Having fun yet!?"

Tyr tosses his cloak off midair twisting out of the way of Ruyi Jingu Bang, launching himself down towards Wukong using his wind spell, causing Wukong to get knocked out of his cloud from the sudden shift in force. "I'm not here to enjoy myself," He pushes Wukong by the throat using his foot as they fly back down, Wukong holding out his hand for Jindouyun to return to him, but Tyr's air magic is propelling them down faster than the cloud.

Wukong grits his teeth, seeing the ground coming in closer, grabbing Tyr's arm and flipping them both over midair to get on top throwing Ruyi Jingu Bang at the arena, making it extend and expand making Tyr brace with his shield as they both crash into the top of the giant staff, Wukong leaping off of Tyr and his cloud finally returning to him and he merely gets onto it. "Come on man. You're NEVER gonna compare to the power I got! Just GIVE UP, you son of a bitch!"

Tyr stands slowly and stretches his arm a bit. "Don't you speak ill of my mother like that. Also…" He clenches his fist. "Never compare? Allow me to show you one of the things I have learned on my trip to Svarga," He says as his holds his hand in front of him like he's praying.

Down the stands, Shiva looks a little confused. "Oi. I TOLD HIM I didn't wanna teach him the Battle Dance OR Tandarva Karma. That bastard figured it out?" He says leaning back on his pillow when one of his wives, Durga flicks his forehead. "Ow."

"No. When you denied his request he came to me, naturally. I taught him…" Tyr's arm-stump suddenly begins to glow as a purple ephemeral arm slowly but surely sprouts from it, completing his hinduist gesture with his real hand. "THE HOLY HAND OF DURGA!" Tyr swaps his sword to his new hand, and in his real hand he creates a purple copy. "He used Vanir magic techniques to copy it, but he mastered it in RECORD time!"

Shiva laughs happily. "HAHAHA! Awesome."

Wukong whistles impressed. "So you FINALLY took your hand out of your pocket huh!?"

Tyr smirks lightly. "You've been courteous and shown me some more of what you can do. It would be improper not to return the favor, don't you agree?" He says before blitzing forward, Wukong grabbing both swords out of the air with his cloud-fists. They're currently standing on a giant arena-spanning Ruyi Jingu Bang so he only has his cloud currently. Tyr pushes him back with ease using his nearly doubled strength from having two arms again.

Wukong twists his foot and Ruyi Jingu Bang warps a bit around it to create a foothold so they both push against each other. "Heh. Guess you really ARE strong! But not…" He pushes forward and Tyr starts being forced back slowly but surely. "Strong! ENOUGH!" He suddenly spins, swinging Tyr around by the swords, launching him into the air, But as soon as he lets go, Tyr shoots his ephemeral hand back, his sword's runes lighting up and he's launched back down instantly swinging with his his new fake sword, Wukong tossing up his arms to guard, getting forced to his knee.

"Yes. I am," Tyr steps back a little, spinning his swords around and Wukong stands again, grinning widely.

"This is FINALLY becoming a fight!" He looks almost excited, jumping around a little. "Come on then! Let me see what you've got!"

Tyr suddenly blasts forward, striking at Wukong who throws up his block, but as soon as Tyr connects his sword he strikes it with his other breaking through Wukong's cloud gauntlets, Tyr raising his swords again, fusing the ephemeral one into the real one making it become coated in the shield and Wukong's eyes widen as Tyr strikes down at his face with INSANE amounts of power. The gods in the audience grin with an evil glint in their eyes. "FINALLY!" "KILL HIIIIM!" Wukong SLAMS his hands against the sides of the blade, to stop it, Tyr kicking at his stomach, only to find Wukong's tail, coated in cloud armor blocking it as well. He glances down briefly before he lets go with his real hand, holding it out, the shields forming a large sword again, striking at Wukong who manages to form a hand on his tail in time, grabbing this sword as well. However suddenly Wukong is struck in the stomach by… another fist, sending him stumbling back a tiny bit. He looks, seeing Tyr has formed another set of arms!? he's got four like Shiva! In his single step backwards, Tyr stabs a sword into Ruyi Jingu Bang, at an angle right under his foot causing the monkey King to loose his footing briefly, Tyr making all his ephemeral add-ons disappear and he spins striking for Wukong's neck. "THIS IS IT!" "YEEEES!"

Wukong feels the edge of the blade strike his neck, but it stops merely at a graze! Why? No reason… Tyr just… stopped. "W-what!?"

Tyr pulls his sword back looking at Wukong rather disappointedly. "You're strong, Wukong. You're ridiculously strong. But you're still playing around. You'd be a true warrior if you only took this seriously in the slightest. It's a shame to see it go to waste," He says and it seems to trigger something inside Wukong, as Ruyi Jingu Bang slowly shrinks down again until the two are standing back on the ground.

Wukong picks up his staff with a slightly melancholic and confused look on his face. "Chief… No. Shut up! SHUT UP! Don't go looking out for me! Don't even try it!" He angrily lashes out at Tyr. "You think… I need your pity!? I don't care about getting YOUR approval or YOUR help! The only person I care about is ME!" He shoots Ruyi Jingu Bang at Tyr who simply blocks it.

"What are you talking about? Everyone has SOMEONE they care for other than themselves," He says glancing up at the audience, directly at Thor who has been silently watching this whole time.

Wukong lifts his staff in the air while it's extended bringing Tyr with it. "EVERYONE I CARE ABOUT-" Before he slams it back into the ground. "ARE FUCKING DEAD!" He retracts his staff and spins in place, shooting it out for quick STABS at Tyr. "Because! Of! YOU!"