Wukong ruthlessly strikes at Tyr with Ruyi Jingu Bang, the war god blocking and dodging each strike with his ephemeral swords and his new arm. "RAAAAAAWR!" He goes faster and faster, the gods looking quite shocked.

"Is it just me or… is Wukong a lot less controlled than he normally is!?" "He's actually struggling?!" "Yeah! … Yeah?" They almost seem confused.

Suddenly Tyr grabs hold of Ruyi Jingu Bang as Wukong retracts it, causing the monkey king to lose his footing as he's forcibly pulled towards Tyr, who body-checks him to the floor. "Are you done?" He asks calmly, looking down at Wukong panting and heaving.

He stands again, looking around the arena at all the gods and humans. "Done…?" He shakes his head violently, stomping in circles around the arena. "Never… I told myself. I told myself. Never NEVER let them… get to you. I had it! I HAD IT! For seven MILLION years! Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!" He slaps himself and Tyr rolls his eyes.

"Need another break? I do not mind."

Wukong looks to Tyr, forcing a hearty laugh. "Ahahaha! Me!? Need a break?! I'm just getting started!" He says, sprinting towards him, striking with Ruyi Jingu Bang once again, Tyr blocking the strike with ease, landing a firm palmstrike on Wukong's stomach, sending him sliding back, but Wukong simply jumps in again, to the same result.

Buddha raises an eyebrow. "Oi… that's not good. Hmm…" He crosses his arms, chewing down on his lollipop.

Tyr sighs, grabbing hold of Wukong's staff, pulling and pushing it to poke Wukong's forehead with the other half. "Calm your heart, Wukong. And THINK. Do not ruin your incredible power with lackluster determination."

Wukong blinks a few times as he gets poked by his own weapon, Tyr crossing his arms rather sternly. "... … hm," He exhales sharply before taking the heaviest inhale, seemingly filling his lungs with more air than should be able to fit in there. He holds his breath for a few seconds. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARH!" He roars, clenching every muscle in his body, and the sound is almost enough to knock some people out of their seats in the audience. "Haaaaah…"

Tyr nods a little. "Better?" Suddenly Wukong disappears from view and Tyr throws up his arm, blocking a swift roundhouse kick from behind, sliding him to the side.

They both slightly smirk. "Better!" They say in unison before they both engage at incredible speeds, striking each other once more. "MUCH better!" Wukong adds through a big toothy grin.

"Good," Tyr strikes at Wukong with his sword, the monkey-king clapping his hands around it, easily stopping it.

"I'm still WAY stronger than you! You ain't winning a struggle like that!" He laughs and suddenly grits his teeth as Tyr seems to get stronger!? "Grrrr…" He notices the amount of hands on the sword-handle. One… two… three? Tyr's ephemeral arms are slowly increasing adding in extra strength to his swing. "Hngh!? Okay now you're just cheating! Two can play at that game!" Suddenly he strikes at Tyr with his tail, encompassed in his cloud, forming a fist, but another fist grabs it out of the air, stopping it. Wukong doesn't seem to even consider retreating though, forced to take a knee. His arms bulging with power as he slowly begins to stand again, smirking as he wraps his hands in his cloud, forming a large fist grabbing around the entire sword. He lifts Tyr off the ground, holding him in the air, despite the six arms currently holding the sword. Wukong spins him around before tossing him with all his might at the wall.

Tyr strikes the wall, but barely seems to react simply bouncing off of it and landing on his feet. He looks at his real hand, seeing that Wukong still has his sword. "Hmm…"

Wukong smirks tossing Tyr's sword from one hand to the other. "Well well well. What have we here?" He says holding it and gently bending the sword a little to test it's studiness, not enough to permanently damage it. "I wonder how easy it'd be to break. Thoughts?"

Tyr doesn't seem bothered in the slightest though. "Should I ask you to give it back? Is that what you want?" He claps his hands together. "I think not. Allow me to show you that even disarmed, I am not to be trifled with!" His real arm lights up with the tattoos. Behind him several runes begin to float around him.

Wukong looks a little confused. "You got transformations too? Fine then… let's see what you got!"

Tyr begins to grow, pure white fur starting to grow from his body, his fingers growing large claws and paw-pads, his chestplate disappearing and his shoes as well, while his face warps and twists into a new shape.

Meanwhile at the Duat Sobek's eyes widen, looking at the screen next to Ra. "OI OI OI! No fuckin' way! We didn't teach him how to use his primal form!"

Ra scoffs. "Sobek. Other gods do not possess primal forms. It is a unique trait to us gods of the Duat. Tyr came here many eons ago, to ask if we could show him. We never did. But it seems he is using Vanir magic to crudely imitate our ability for his own gain. Let us see if his imitation is as good as the genuine article."

Sobek grows into his crocodile form. "NO WAY IT IS!"

"Sobek. I would like you to not shout when you stand next to me."

Tyr fully finishes his transformation and Wukong stares up at the now 3-meter tall white bearman with runic tattoos painted into the fur, his missing arm now made of what appears to be a mix of the ephemeral purple shields they were made of till now mixed with deep blue ice. PRIMAL TYR! "You remind me of someone. Oh right. That crocodile guy from the Duat!"

Tyr steps forward, raising his giant bear fist. "Behold the power of the Duat itself!" He strikes, Wukong's eyes widen in joy, throwing up his staff to block, the floor beneath him cracking a bit as Tyr raising his other fist and slamming it down over his opponent, Wukong being forced to his knee once again.

"Haaaah. Okay NOW you're strong!" Wukong calls out through gritted teeth, dropping Ruyi Jingu Bang and it crashes into the arena burying itself due to the weight and Wukong slowly stands again, forcing Tyr back.

Yu Huang leans forward in intrigue while Izanagi grunts. "That Wukong. Still just toying around! Just how strong IS he."

Yu Huang shakes his head his naga having crawled from its bowl onto his arm where he lets its three little heads nibble on his hand playfully. "Nay, my friend. He is no longer holding his strength back. He merely dropped about 8 tons of weight to guide that power elsewhere." He explains as Wukong starts to push Tyr back, Tyr burying his heels in the arena, Wukong doing the same and they roar at each other.

Izanami claps her hands excitedly. "Does that not mean that Tyr is pushing him to his limit?! Perhaps we will finally rid ourselves of that pest."

Tsukuyomi is standing between Izanami and Yu Huang. "Even still. Wukong is holding strong against even Tyr at his absolute pinnacle of strength, even with the additional strength provided by his magic. Is this not cause for concern?"

Yu Huang chuckles a little. "I do not believe so. I do not believe that brute strength is Tyr's entire stratagem here. After all, why would he challenge Wukong to a test of strength, when he is well aware it is a contest he is likely to lose?"

The two fighters push against each other, their feet digging into the stone beneath them like it was butter, the arena beginning to crack down the middle. Tsukuyomi's eyes widen. "You cannot be serious! Are they truly going to tear the arena in twain!?" He exclaims perfectly balancing as the entire arena shakes.

Wukong smirks widely as the arena begins to split. "You ain't gonna win this! You know that right!?"

Tyr roars. "Of course I will not!" He opens his large jaws and a cold air emerges from his mouth, Wukong's eyes widening before Tyr suddenly fires a solid BEAM of coldness at him! ESSENCE OF WINTER: BREATH! The monkey-king leaping away, scooping up Ruyi Jingu Bang with his tail. He lands, getting his staff ready, his cloud surrounding him and forming the armor around him again.

"Okaaaaay. Ice. That tracks, Tyr of Asgard,"

Tyr extends his arms, showing his newly acquired claws. The icy mist begins to spread around his fur, condensing around his hands, creating long deep blue claws. ESSENCE OF WINTER: SLASH! He rushes forward, Wukong smirking as he swings Ruyi Jingu Bang, the two connecting however Wukong quickly notes the ice spreading to his staff, rapidly extending to cover his hand and the entire staff. He swiftly pulls back, leaping back. "The hell is this!?" He says trying to let go but it doesn't work!?

Tyr leaps forward, striking Wukong back with a solid strike while he is confused. "It is ever-ice. Special magic of the North. It will not melt in the warmest heat, nor be broken by the toughest strength," He suddenly takes a sharp breath and exhales sharp icy wind at Wukong's feet, Wukong leaps back as a thin sheet of ice.

"Well thanks for explaining but… is it tough enough to keep ME stuck!?" Wukong says with a laugh trying to open his hand and break the ice. "Hngh? W-what!?" Tyr swings his claws at him again, Wukong leaning fully backwards into a full backwards handspring. "Hmm… this is bad," He mutters to himself. "Nothing I can't handle though. But it's INTERESTING!" He leaps back at the giant bear-man, swinging his staff like a bat.

-Elsewhere in Valhalla Arena-

Pandora and Icarus are sitting at a small table in a cozy room, decorated in traditional Chinese tapestry and furniture, with their Akashic records list of Pandora's planned fighters in front of her and Icarus. At the other side of the table sits Sun Tzu, with Jing and Xiang sitting in the background. "Mhm. Mhm. I see I see. So you have spoken to Benkei so far. Why did you not speak with the others yet? If I may inquire."

Pandora smiles. "Well Benkei suggested that if anyone knew about battle strategies it'd be you right!?"

Sun Tzu nods and taps his lip. "Well he's not wrong. Now as for this particular strategy I would suggest attempting to find unfavorable match-ups for the divine opponents. An army should avoid strength, and attack weakness. Quote: Me in The Art of War. As for these people's individual strengths and weaknesses I am not entirely certain. But… you mentioned that this man was a soldier?" He taps on a name.

"Yes he was. One of the best!"

Sun Tzu smiles. "Then go speak with him first. Anyone with warrior experience. I have little idea for the combative capabilities of a man like Harry Houdini. I've never been able to get a good read on him."

"You… know him?"

"I know OF him. Quite good with kids… I believe. Again I never can tell. Though… heh… Subtle and Insubstantial, the expert leaves no trace; divinely mysterious, he is inaudible. Thus he is master of his enemy's fate. Quote: Me, again, in the Art of War. Personally, were he in my army, I would allow him total freedom and he shall not let you down. Of that I am quite certain," He stands and bows. "Was that all?"

Pandora nods. "Yeah! Thank you Sun Tzu! We'll give it a shot!"

Icarus nods. "Sure. We'll see you around," He shakes Sun Tzu's hand and they leave, walking down the hallway. "He really quoted himself TWICE?"

"Well… Yeah! He wrote a good book! Alright let's go!" She drags Icarus along by the hand making him blush a bit.

"I can follow just fine! Geez!" He tries sighing as she isn't listening at all.

The two move along to another room. The door appears to almost be a bank-vault design with a large plane propeller on the front, each of the four prongs bent, forming a swastika. Icarus winces. "Isn't this the symbol of that… Hitler guy? Who got… You know?" He makes a quick little swipe along his throat. "By Hachiman?"

Pandora nods. "Y-yeah… it is. But this guy's different! TRUST me!" She spins the propeller and the door slowly creaks open and the two enter. The inside starts with a little dimly lit hallways with yellow lighting leading into a giant hangar of sorts, with several banners of swastikas hanging around, posters of Hitler saluting and TONS of WW2 era German planes. But it is rather eerie as it is COMPLETELY barren. Not a single soul is in here. The two of them walk into the hangar.

"Where is he? Did he bail? Wouldn't surprise me if you serve a guy like THAT?" He points to one of the posters.

"He wouldn't! Surely!" They step out of the hangar into open air. STILL completely barren. "This place is… scary…" Pandora mutters, hugging a little close to Icarus. It looks like an abandoned army-base. Suddenly Icarus hears something BLASTING overhead. Their eyes DART into the distance, seeing a plane flying STRAIGHT for them. He looks down at the runway they're standing on. Icarus' eyes widen as he grabs Pandora and leaps into the air, flapping his wing for extra height.

Pandora clutches him tightly as they do a rather elegant backflip. "KYAAAAA!" She screams as the plane passes right underneath them, before drifting to a stop a few hundred meters further down the runway.

Icarus and Pandora land again, Icarus looking down at her as he can practically feel her heart beating fast. "Hey!? Are you okay!?" He says in a panic and Pandora nods with widened pupils and red cheeks.

"I-I'm fine. I'm fine!" She says fixing her hair and dress a bit.

Icarus' eyes dart towards the plane and he begins to stomp over. "What the hell was that!?" He angrily exclaims. He obviously knows what a plane is.

Pandora nervously tip-taps after him. "Icarus, I'm sure it was an accident! He didn't mean to almost hit us with a plane! Obviously!"

The cockpit opens up with a dramatic release of pressure from within and a silhouette steps out, onto the plane with a leg, leaning on it a little wearing a dark blue camo vest, a piloting helmet with goggles, some simple brown gloves missing the fingers for the index and middle fingers, camo-jeans and a bit of a smirk on his handsome young face. He looks down at the two. "Ah. Can I help the two of you?"