Traveling through the Bifrost, Odin steadies himself. His form entombed in golden armor, his ornate spear resting beside him as he stands on his chariot. His helmet was off, and his golden locks were flowing in the nonexistent wind. His face was neutral, yet his eyes hid a deep look of excitement and resolution.
As they travelled at beyond light speed, himself at the helm and his gold legions behind him his path was clear. His close to a half a million soldiers were trained and equipped for anything the Olympians could throw at them, be it rocks or mountains they would remain stead fast. Composed of paladins, heavily armored machines of precision, wielding a spear and shield numbering in the thousands, to the berserkers, having Runes carved across their very flesh, covered by nothing but the minimum wielding axes or swords, to the chariot riders, the archers, and sorcerers.
Nothing would stand in their way. Be it Gods or Giants no one would want to face such a gargantuan and formidable force as they sped their way on the Bifrost straight for the Larissa Plains.
Nothing but War on their minds.
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The sky shook with a thunderous roar.
The sky once a serene blue, now shone with golden radiance.
And then it was gone, and they were on the ground.
The dirt scorched and imprinted with thousands of runes as a symbol the size of a city appears beneath the ocean of soldier's feet.
The soldiers looked around, bewildered by the new sights and smells of Earth. As well as the waiting encampment in front of them.
Suddenly from a sea of gold, one man strode forth on the back of a chariot, a massive horse towing it. Large spear in one hand and helmet resting on his arm in the next, he looked like a general riding out to meet his enemy.
Odin, the God of War and Destruction had Arrived.
His form large and imposing, he strides forward, his horse making deep groves in the dirt. His soldiers surrounding him scan the area relentlessly watching for any of our troops to make a move, yet none do as they await command.
Me and my siblings stay rooted at the crest of a hill overlooking the battle, able to see everything that might happen. Already all of us were well equipped my halberd resting on my shoulder nicely with my armor covering my body, I wasn't giving him any chances. My brothers were similarly dressed, Zeus standing tall with his arms crossed his bolt ready to be called upon, Poseidon however was sitting down twiddling with his trident absentmindedly as if he was thinking about something else.
Seeing the vast expanse that was Odins army I knew we were outnumbered and out gunned. My siblings each take a deep breath at the sheer berth of them. The soldiers below us, standing on the front armed in bronze armor with swords and slings stood valiant even in the face of it.
Even Cara looked astonished beside me, still dressed in her uniform she spoke.
"I had not anticipated such strength; might you consider our alternative troops should the situation require my lord?" Looking up at him her eyes were still a serene robotic calm even if her servo spun a frantic yellow.
Patting her head trying to calm her down I agree. "Yeah, if things come to it, but only if." Finishing my sentence with a sigh as I'm already feeling weary from the stress of it all I look back to Odin.
He simply stood at the center of his army looking directly at us. His eyes shone with golden light as he eyes us with mild distain. It would be one against twelve and even now he sneered.
His army stood in the center of the Plains directly facing us to their front as trenches and palisades were erected to impede their advance as men stood ready to fight. Behind them stood my Necromechs, those armed with the cannons ready to initiate death upon them.
However for now it was silent. The other gods shifted from the intensity of Odin, his sheer presence like a mountain, looming over us.
"He's quite the sight eh?" I say loudly so they all hear me. Although we are outnumbered when it comes to soldiers and military might, we're Gods. And they aren't as weak as they were 100 years ago.
The sight of Ares catches my attention as we begin to advance to the front line, Odin and his troops still standing guard. He was sporting a grin, one of a predator and menace. He couldn't wait for the bloodshed to start; I could tell that much at least.
The 12 of us wading through the lines of our troops I see the faces of the men here to protect Greece most filled with strength and valiant resolve in the face of our enemy but even then, I could sense it in the mind of my followers. The fear. It was subdued yet painted them brightly especially with death a stone's throw away. However, hopefully I can prevent that.
Now at the front of the army we stood out much like Odin, whose eyes had not left us for even a second. Behind him I could see hundreds of men shuffling and preparing, getting into optimal place and setting up spells or weapons, he was using this little period of idleness to its fullest.
"So you are the Rulers of this place. Olympians. You are exactly as I had imagined." Odin spoke, his voice strong and deep, resonating with the power of war and destruction. Ares nearly started to vibrate at it, while the others only looked bemused. Anyone could do that.
Zeus meant to speak however I cut him off, taking the lead from him. "You know of us, and we know of you. Odin Borson prince of Asgard, and God of war and destruction. You have come here for War and trust us, of War and Destruction we know well; however, I propose a secondary course of action." I pause for a second shifting the weight of my halberd so that its blade digs into the dirt in front of me.
"A one vs. one, let us spare our soldiers an agonizing, pointless death." My mind scowls at the last words I let slip, a pointless death didn't exist to the Asgardians it was an insult on the dead to even propose the idea of it.
"A pointless death..." he trails off. "I have read stories of you Greeks, a civilization filled with degeneracy and absent of virtues." He stepped off his chariot spear and helmet in hand and walked a few steps closer. "But I have never been cowardly enough to turn down a duel, especially one offered by the famed Hades God of the Dead, wealth and King of the Underworld. So many titles, its impressive, really. But it would not do to fight you. After all you aren't the leader of the Olympians are you, Zeus is. So I will fight him." Fuck. My brows scrunch in frustration. Me fighting him I could at the very least guarantee Victory one way or another. But I have no idea if Zeus even stands a chance against him.
The others felt the same trepidation at the thought. But there was nothing I could do unless I wanted a full scale battle. Zeus steps up and finally speaks for himself.
"You are right. Hades is not the King of the Gods, I am. He is not ruler of sky and clouds, I am." We all roll our eyes at his showboating until in an unexpected turn of character he says something different.
"And yet my brother is stronger than I am, stronger that you of that I am certain. So I will fight you, if only to spare you from him."
I had honestly never expected him to actually say it, to admit that I was undoubtedly stronger than him must've been a blow out his pride. Yet I couldn't help but like him a little bit more.
It was a glorious sight watching two Gods approach each other. Me and my siblings stood back still armed to the teeth yet simply watching. Hera spoke in a hushed voice to me.
"Are you going to stop him!" In an angry whisper she demands. She thought he couldn't handle this and would definitely get hurt or worse. But I if I'm really being honest I wanted to see what my little brother could do.
"He's got this. Have some faith" with a slight smirk, she grunts and looks back the scene. Cara simply smiled at the absurdity of the joke.
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'Alright... you got this, you're the King.' Zeus mentally said hyping himself up for the fight. The skies began to darken and roil as he gathered his strength.
Now no more than 20 feet away from each other Zeus can see Odin before him. The God. He was the same height as him, and his armor added to his fearsomeness, yet as Odin looked into his eyes he saw who he really was. Looking into his golden marbles he saw the man not the legend. And he was not impressed.
"It is good to meet you, King of God's, Zeus." He said strongly, his voice gruff and deep.
"And it is good to see you, Odin, God of War." Zeus replied stoic and far. There was nothing to really say after all. They were here to fight, to kill each other and steal what the other had. There would be no kindness or pleasantries, only war.
The skies now dark, having blotted out the sun, now coiled and writhed with lightening shooting like snakes darting in and out of view. Looking at each other they could feel their power, nearly see it as it washed over them in waves, Odin felt the wrath of storms, and intensity of hurricanes held back like a spring, and Zeus saw the fury and damage Odin could manifest.
Looking up at the skies Odin smirks seeing the lightening fettering in and out of view, with the thunder coming moments later each time.
"Your control is impressive, we will see how long you can keep it."
With movements of a practiced warrior he slides his golden helmet on fully embracing the embodiment of war his eyes glinting with excitement.
Then like a bell was wrung they collide in an explosion of dust, the ground quaking from the collision as both armies are knocked back onto the ground. Only the Olympians stand as Hades shields Cara from the dust, taking a step-in front of her. The others simply squint their eyes trying to pierce the veil of dust.
For a moment they could see nothing and then an instant later, like a star descending lightening struck, blasting away the cloud, exposing their forms.
Frozen like statues, Odins spear impaling Zeus, his lighting bolt held in his hand raised high, trapped in the air by Odin. Zeus coughs a mouthful of golden ichor pooling on the ground. He had lost, in an instant at that.
Odin leaned in, wide blood lustful smile underneath his helm speaking into Zeus' ear. "Your sisters are beautiful, I think I'll take one back to Asgard with me, see how the others, feel, about her." Shoving Zeus off his spear tearing an even bigger hole through him he looks back to where the Olympians stood eyes arrogant and hungry for more.
Stood being in the past tense here.
Odins helm was dented from the impact, his body leering forward awkwardly. Vines erupted forward snaring his feet and digging into his greaves. A ball of fire blasted into his chest countering the forces of the punch sending him flying back and the ground exploding into spikes chasing him through the air.
All before he could react he was in a state similar to Zeus. Struggling he rises, tearing his dented helmet off he throws it to the side. His face torn from the encounter yet possessed not the look of an ambushed man but of one ravenous, excited, for it, maddeningly so.
This, is what I wanted, a real damn fight!" He gasps in ragged breaths a beastly smile marring his face.
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