AD 1504.

Rome, Italy.

The Colosseum, Universe 40. Filled with individuals, watching a gladiator competition. One man on his golden chariot on the left side, another on the right side with jewels on his chariot and horse armor. Both looking towards each other with fierceness. To pierce the hearts of their competitors with their spears.

“Milites! (Soldiers!)” the summa rudis (referee), standing in the middle, yelled.

“Hoc bellum virtutem vestram decernet; una tantum parte fugiendi. Alterum habes, fortasse cede? (This battle will determine your valor; you only possess one chance to flee from this ground. Do you have a second thought, perhaps yield?)”

“Nolo cedere. Quaeritur quod ‘pelusia magna’! (No, I do not wish to yield. Question that ‘young lady’!)” said the participant on left. The crowd laughed with him.

“Videbimus, qui hodie cedit. (We will see, who yields today.)” responded the participant on right.

“NUNC! In notis. (NOW! On your marks.)”

Both participants gear up. Put their helmets, one hand on the lead, one holding the spear. Heartily rage.

“Adepto paro… (Get set…)”

“Vado! (Go!)”

Both race towards each other, with full force and determination. The crowd cheering, excitement filled in the air.

The air, the clouds. Suddenly the weather toward bad. Black sky. Lightning strikes in the sky and on the ground. The chariots coming at full speeds, are just going to collide. Both men with their spears, ready to pierce each other’s hearts out.

BOOM!!

Just as the soldiers could fight, a man with light covering him lands in the midst of the ground. People running here and there. Everyone out of the Colosseum in seconds. The summa rudis (referee) shocked, fear in his eyes.

The man stands up, the dust settles. Long ginger hair, a big lengthy ducktail beard. Fat and bulky, wearing a silver chest armor and chausses. It is the God of Thunder, Þórr (Thor)! “Do not worry. I am not from here. No harm to you.” he states to the referee. But the referee, poor man, just keeps crying and chanting for the gods to stop his nightmare. “Hey, hey! Shut up!” Thor shouts. The referee starts throwing at him.

“ERRO TE ROBUSTUS! (GET LOST YOU SCOUNDREL!)”

“One last chance, shut your damn mouth and run away.”

“Dominus noster puniat te – (MAY OUR LORD PUNISH YOU –)”

Thor shoots lightning bolts at the man and turns him into ashes.

Warping sounds. Up in the highest seating arrangements of the Colosseum, just behind Thor, a group of people appears. It is the soldiers of Alliance. There’s a woman too. “Are you scared?” a young – maybe a teenager – soldier asks the woman. “No, but… this is a really tiring process.” she replied. “Thor, son of Odin. My name is K’Chaka, member of the Alliance, leader of this group of combatants. We are here, to ask you for your help and kindness towards us, against our fight with F.U.B.A.R. which you have faced in the recent times.” announced the leader. Thor looks at them for a minute and answers with, “The what? I couldn’t hear ya.”

The leader is annoyed by Thor’s response. He waves to his group to go down. They all start walking. The boy is still talking to the woman.

HAHAHAHA!

A sinister laugh is heard in the Colosseum.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

A man in black armor comes in front of Thor and Alliance’s soldiers. Soon, F.U.B.A.R. soldiers start appearing behind him. Twenty, no, thirty soldiers appeared.

“Now, when all are here, kill those idiots.”

After receiving orders, they started shooting at the Alliance’s soldiers. They all start hiding, but before they could, some get shot. The woman falls behind the stairs with the boy by her side. “Shank! Shank! Are you alright?” she questions. But as she turns his body, it is covered in blood, three holes on his chest. He is dead. The woman is shocked, frightened. The leader also had to hide.

“You can stop now. They all are now just flesh and bones.”

“Who are you? And what is all this petty fighting for?” Thor yelled. “Oh right. I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tom Cruise, commander of Squad IV of the Technological Department of F.U.B.A.R.’s army. And you, Odinson, everyone knows you. I would like you to come with us and be a part of our army. You can even become a general.” Tom answered.

“And what if I oppose your vile request?”

“Pfft. Then I will have to kill you.”

“Hmph. As if you can handle even a fraction of my power.”

“Ha-ha. You bet fatso.”

Thor and Tom get ready to engage in battle. Thor conjures some lightning around his hands, while Tom cracks his hands, with a smirk on his face. Both run towards each other, Thor roars in rage.

The battle begins.

Thor starts punching Tom, filled of electric currents, which Tom continues to block. Both land some blows on each other’s face. Thor shoots a bolt at the F.U.B.A.R. soldiers. “Here big boy.” Tom says as he lands a kick on Thor’s face. Thor, angered, starts punching Tom uncontrollably.

PUNCH. PUNCH. PUNCH.

Tom is bleeding from his nose and mouth, but there is no end to Thor’s rage.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. This is it. MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE!”

Tom punches Thor’s face, knocking his two teeth out. Thor, looking confused, asks “What the? Even after so many hits, how can you recover so quickly?” “Because that is my ability. Mission: Impossible, increases my strength ten times for every hit I take. And by now you have landed 59 hits on me, so from now on, every single hit from me will be 590 times stronger!” Before Thor could understand the situation, Tom starts hitting him.

Arms, chest, face, stomach, nothing remained protected for Thor. The god of thunder was now vulnerable. “Now, for my special trick. M: I: Top Gun! A single punch that concentrates all the strength into one spectacular attack.”

BAMM!

Thor goes flying and hits the Colosseum’s border, unconscious. Tom, shaking his one hand, starts walking towards him. “The God of Thunder. The God of Storms. A brute, a beast. Falls on knees in front of a mortal.” Tom boasts about his victory.

SNAP!

Thor snapped his fingers. Thunder in the sky. An object comes down from the sky and falls in front of Tom. Thunder bolts everywhere! Tom goes flying away from the blast.

Thor gets up, and picks his weapon, Mjolnir, up. “Oh, it is the mighty hammer.” Tom says while standing up. “Come, Tom, son of Cruise. This will be the last thing you see before you die.”

“Your pride is your reckoning.”

“Við skegg Óðins mun ég brjóta höfuðkúpu þína, þú dauðlegi óheill. (By Odin's beard, I will break your skull you foul mortal.)”

Another battle ensues. Thor starts hitting Tom with the hammer on his face and arms. Tom tries to block all the attacks but Thor’s fury is unstoppable.

Headbutts, punches, Mjolnir strikes, lightning bolts. Tom is incompetent to even land a blow. “THIS, IS YOUR END, MORTAL!”

“You… m-monster.”

Thor hits Mjolnir at Tom’s head and smashes his skull, finally ending the battle with his death.

A few minutes later.

The woman comes out of her hiding along with K’Chaka. Thor finishes off a F.U.B.A.R. soldier and starts looking around. As the two were approaching him, he suddenly looks at the two. “Stay right there, or you will face the wrath of Thor.” he states. “No, no, no. We are not here to fight. We seek your aid, Odinson.” the leader explains as he tries to calm him. “Alright. I know you; your name is K’Chaka if I remember correctly.”

“Yes, right.”

“And you, what’s your name girl?”

“Me? Uh, my name…”

“My name is ROMA.”

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To Be Continued…

Elfin Forest, Universe 998

Swords clashing. Dark trees, with a red sky to look upon. Blood on the ground, cold and dry.

King Arthur Pendragon, standing in front of Balor, holding Excalibur covered in blood.

“T’s ov’r Balor. This ends h’re, and anor.”

Crows around the whole place, watching, as the two engage in battle.

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