On the seventh World from the seventh Sun within the seventh Galaxy of the Realm New Valhalla, “Skipper, you said there was a distress call coming from an Island on this Planet. So where’s the Island?” Ariel Douglas asked her Wyyvern Submarine of Waters, the S.S. Skippy Dingy.

The onboard computer scanned for the signal, “there was an Island here,” he said with a refined accent.

“Well, where did it…” Ariel was interrupted by something hitting her sub. “Great, now what?” She switched on the lights and brought the cameras on her haul up on the screens circling her cockpit, “Oh hey, that’s the Dreadnautilus. The horsemen must have gotten the same call as us,” she flipped a few switches connecting to the Dreadnautilus’s radio frequency. “Horsemen, this is Ariel Douglas of the S.S. Skippy Dingy here on intercept for a distress call. I could use some help, over?” There was no response. She scanned for an open hanger bay, but they all seemed to be shut tight.

“I do not mean to interrupt, Ma’am, but they’re arming their weapons systems and have locked on to us,” the S.S. Skippy Dingy warned. “Scanners only show one individual on board. It is not a Horseman.”

“Attention God or Goddess, this is the Wyyvern Knight of Waters,” Ariel stated sternly. “Please exit the Wyyvern Dreadnautilus of Fate and return him to the Horsemen immediately. Fail to comply, and I will have no choice but to destroy the Dreadnautilus with you inside.”

A moment of silence past followed by laughter, “You? With that thing?” the laughter increased. “The Horsemen are taken, and Samaapt is mine now,” said a beautiful effeminate voice as the Dreadnautilus’s Canons primed.

“Samaapt? Are we really doing this?” Ariel said out of irritation. “Yup, we’re really doing this. Great.” A flash followed a massively explosive burst and then all was calm again.

It was a direct hit, “Skipper, damage report,” Ariel rolled her eyes.

“No damage sustained,” Skipper replied. As a Wyyvern Weapon, the S.S. Skippy Dingy was indestructible.

Kali, a Goddess of Death, stood with her hands on the Dreadnautilus’s helm as she watched the debris clear, “That’s what I though…t. What?! You said that was your full power!”

“It was,” replied Aleister. “You will find all Wyyvern Weapons are indestructible.”

“Good,” Kali got excited, “then so are…”

“Actually, I should stop you there,” Aleister replied.

Kali raised an eyebrow, “but, you said all Wyyvern Weapons are indestructible. You are a Wyyvern Weapon, Correct?”

“Correct,” Aleister replied, “but this is not my Weapon form.”

“Then take your weapon form!” Kali demanded, “I command you!”

“Were I to take my fennec form,” Aleister replied, “breathing too heavily would End the Multiverse. With the Horsemen now bound to knew wielders I no longer have seals to hold me. This very destructible form is the only form I will take.”

“Really,” Kali glared at the S.S. Skippy Dingy. “I’m losing round one to that thing?”  

“This is your final warning,” Ariel answered the question without hearing it, “exit the Dreadnautilus immediately.”

Enraged, Kali dove the Dreadnautilus down into the deep with hope that Ariel would not follow her. The ship shook, “she’s bumping the starboard side,” Aleister stated. “Probably in an attempted to crash us against the cliff face on the port side.” “Kali took the helm, pulled the entire ship in a 180 degree turn starboard knocking the S.S. Skippy Dingy into the cliff face, and put all ahead full heading for the surface.

“She can’t follow us in space,” Kali hoped. “Can she?”

“I don’t know,” replied Aleister.

“She’s getting away,” stated the S.S. Skippy Dingy.

“I’m starting up the drill,” Ariel flipped some switches and then pulled a knob. “They aren’t going to get away, Skipper,” she pulled a lever and pushed another forward. She flipped two more switches and pushed a button. “Hey Stu, could you install a few guns for defensive purposes?” she began talking to herself with sarcasm in her voice as the S.S. Skippy Dingy began to modify itself becoming aqueous and then solid again. “Well, Wyyvern Knight of Waters,” she mimicked Stu’s voice. “After about a million or so years of exploring waters across the Multiverse battling giant squid, sharks, and Serpents, being swallowed then excreted by them, and taking on entire militaries solo. No, Ariel, you can’t even have a harpoon.” Now basically a drill with a cockpit and jet engine, the S.S. Skippy Dingy shot through the Dreadnautilus, long-ways, before he could breach the ocean’s surface sending him and his new Captain, Kali, to the Meadhall. “See, I told you there was no need for any guns,” Ariel crossed her arms and pouted as she shot across space in her Wyyvern Submarine of Waters which modified itself for interstellar travel.

“Her’s is the drill that has pierced the Dreadnautilus!” Woodsmann shouted. “Did you see that, Bernard?!”

“Yes I did, Woods,” Mercedes replied. “Truly an expected outcome after witnessing her take on and defeat Posidon, Chalchiuhtlicue, Hade’s Kraken, Repun Kamui, Astghik, Tsovinar, Wirnpa, Lotan, Yam, Lir, Llyr, Daucina, Dakuwaqa, Ahti, Vellamo, Vedenemo, Aegaeon, Amphitrite, Ceto, Cymopoleia, Gonggong.”

“That is quite the kill count for an exploration submarine,” Woodsmann pointed out.

“That was not even half,” Mercedes replied. “Mazu, Iku-Turso, and a few Nommos tried to aid her, but were sent to the Meadhall trying to get her to her Wyyvern Submarine of Waters which had put Ariel in an already sour mood before she found the Dreadnautilus.”

“Don’t mess with the Wyyvern Knight of Waters. There are many other epic battles going on right now!” exclaimed Woodsmann. “Bernard, tell these fine people what is transpiring right here, in New Valhalla, at this very moment.”

Mercedes stared at his co-announcer for a moment, then turned to face the camera and the audience, “Ever since the Horsemen were claimed, the new Wielders of the Fates have been slaughtering the other Gods and Goddesses left and right. As a matter of fact, Anubis has successfully slaughtered all other Gods of Death and the Dead except for Kali, who commandeered the Dreadnautilus before Anubis could get to her.”

“Killing your own teammates, not cool,” said Woodsmann.

“Meanwhile the Warpriests of Hell are relentlessly defending their Lord, Edward, from Thor and Odin who have been giving them quite the run for their money so far,” stated Mercedes.

“Why aren’t there more Gods and Goddesses after Hell?” Woodsmann questioned. “I feel like there might be a Wyyvern Weapon they want more.”

“Let’s zoom in on Zesrial, who is having problems of her own making it to Edward, her Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit,” suggested Mercedes.

Ducking to dodge a sword swipe from Bellona, Zesrial punched the ground as her lightning struck it. With some breathing room, she rolled her shoulders and pulled tight her chains of lightning which connected her daggers together. Dodging an attack that came at the speed of light, Zesrial jumped over Ra driving her knee into Zues’s face. Upon landing she turned and drove one of her daggers into Zues’s chest sending him to the Meadhall. She rolled, avoiding Bellona’s blade again and returned to her feet to find herself surrounded by the three hundred Spartans. “Really? You guys too?”

Atlas wound back his fist and drove it toward Zesrial in her moment of distraction, but as the fist reached that World’s atmosphere a force, like an invisible serpent, coiled around Atlas’s arm and pulled him back, throwing him to the other end of the Realm.

Wrapping one dagger around one Spartan’s neck, Zesrial bolted to six more one at a time chaining her lighting between them and then pulled the other dagger away. The chain lightning snapped and decapitated all seven. Leonidas kicked Zesrial in the chest, knocking her back. “This really isn’t anything personal,” he pointed his sword at Zesrial and what remained of his men stepped back. “You’ve cleared nearly half my men. Impressive, for a woman.” Zesrial connected her daggers by their hilts and extended them from the middle creating a staff which she pointed at Leonidus.

“If you had the choice, would you help us fight your Gods?” Zesrial asked.

“We are Sparta,” the Spartan King replied. “We are the toughest, we do not retreat, and we do not surrender. We fight. We love to fight, so no one else has to.”

“Then fight me to the last man,” Zesrial replied, “and I’ll tell you my plan.”

Bellona, a master tactition and Goddess of War watched carefully for an opening as Zesrial took on the three hundred Spartans, “What do you gain from this? I am curious,” said a strangly calming female voice from inside Bellona’s head. Bellona looked around for the voice’s owner. Ra had spotted something in the distance to the north and seemed to be nodding in aproval. “Why are you doing this? You know it is wrong.”

Bellona shook her head and removed her helmet, “Not a whole lot, actually. Who are you? Get out of my head! Show yourself!”

Then she turned and beheld in blessed light an Archangel appear before her. One whom only she could see. “I Am Sun, the Right hand and Wyyvern Chain-Sword of War,” the Archangel said, and before her majesty, Bellona could not but drop her weapons and fall to her knees. Then the light went away, and Bellona felt a hand on her shoulder, “I need your help, Bellona. My brother and the other Horsemen have been taken, the Seals are no more, and the Dreadnautilus is lost. Help us reunite before the End has no choice but to wipe the board and I will give you myself to wield.”

“Are you not required to seal the End?” Bellona questioned.

“Only four horsemen are needed,” Sun replied. “Although, Aleister may want you for crew.”

Bellona thought for a moment. At least Sun was being honest, which was promising. Then again, eternal servatude aboard the Dreadnautilus didn’t sound like a whole lot of fun. “Why would you tell that?”

“You and I both know what you will do next, Bellona,” Sun smiled. “We’ve worked side by side for long enough to know that you always do what’s right.”

*          *

“At the speed of light Hermes, a messenger God also known as Mercury rushed to warn Anubis of Kali’s failure and the destruction of the Dreadnautilus. Suddenly the lines holding the Pegusai that pulled his chariot were cut. Before Hermes could respond he found himself in the Meadhall with his favorite drink in his hand, “Oh well,” he held his drink up, “here’s to the asshole who beat me,” and drank it to its bottom. The glass refilled before his eyes, “I like this bar.”

“Me too,” replied Dionysus as he slammed an entire barrel of wine, fell on his ass, and hiccuped.

Ariel Douglas could see Hermes fall from the S.S. Skippy Dingy’s cabin, then Skipper shook and the hatch was opened from the outside, “Thanks for the ride, Amaya!” shouted Akiri Gen as she shut the hatch and began shooting bolts into the haul.

“What are you doing to my ship!” Ariel snapped.

“Keep your panties on,” Akiri blew a bubble with her chewing gum, “I heard you always wanted a gun.”

Moving about the cabin, Ariel got a better look at what Akiri was doing. She had taken Helga, her Wyyvern BFG of Mechanics and mounted her to the S.S. Skippy Dingy turning the Wyyvern Submarine of Waters one and only exit hatch into a gunner’s seat, “Oh, can I shoot?” Ariel got excited.

“Maybe,” Akiri laughed. “If your Submarine lets me pilot him for you.”

“Do no let that woman near my operating system,” the S.S. Skippy Dingy replied.

“We’ll see,” Ariel replied. Her and Akiri laughed over Skipper’s fear of the Wyyvern Knight of Mechanics.

“Can Skipper travel on land?” Akiri asked.

“I just so happen to be equipped with retractable treads,” Skipper replied. “And I am sorry Ariel, but she cannot drive me.”

“Please,” Ariel begged. “I really want to fire a few rounds from Helga. Akiri says the kickback is amazing.”

“No!” Skipper replied, “I don’t trust her not to mess around with my interface.”

“I just want to give you a few upgrades, babe,” Akiri replied as she finished mounting Helga.

“You say upgrade, “ Skipper replied, “more like violate.” Ariel and Akiri laughed over the subject again. “What is she doing here anyway?”

“The Horsemen are taken,” Akiri replied. “Zesrial sent word that I am needed to take on Strife. The Wyyvern Artillery of Strife isn’t something I can win against, unless I have a super indestructable mobile box to hide in while I shoot.”

“Oh, that’s all I am to you, huh?” Skipper replied. “A bunker to hide in?”

“As an exploration vessel,” Akiri replied. “Isn’t that what you are? A safe space to observe from.”

“I wasn’t designed for combat,” Skipper replied.

*          *

On top of the mountain with Hell at its peak, after a lengthy and epic fight, Sarah finally had her headbutt lined up, “I like you. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun in a fight. You know, if you weren’t so hellbent on tearing the family apart,” she unleashed her legendary Iron Ram upon Thor’s skull sending him to the Meadhall, “I’d probably be willing to date.”

“Are you done yet?!” Pip interrupted as he took advantage of Thor’s death distracting Odin and thrust his greatsword through Odin’s chest sending him to the Meadhall. He looked down the mountain’s side, “That’s a lot of fireworks,” he said referring to fire erupting beneath the black smoke at the base of the mountain. “Sounds like a party.”

“And they didn’t invite me?” Sarah complained.

“Our responsibility is to Edward,” Pip stopped her before she could jump down. “He needs you here.” At that very moment a finger bigger than the World they stood on came down from the heavens. “You know, in case something like this happens!”

“Iron! Ram!” With a single headbutt, Sarah shattered the finger and the God it belonged to straight to the Meadhall, “Ok, I see your point.”

“A one headbutt Vixen, the original IronRam just can’t be beat,”  Woodsmann commented. “But, what is going on down at the Mountain’s base, Bernard.”

“Beelzebub, also known as Satan, the OG Devil himself, is facing off against the new Horsemen in an attempt to reach the Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit,” Mercedes replied. “If the Devil reaches Edward and wraps his Wyyvern Daggers of Hell around him he can return him to his Fennec form and then Edward can join the fight.”

“A mobile Hell sounds like trouble for the New Valhallians, Bernard,” Mercedes added.

“Indeed,” Mercedes replied. “No doubt that’s why the New Horsemen; Anubis, Set, Ares, and Oya are all focused on the Devil right now.”

At the base of the mountain with Hell at its peak, Set wrapped his Wyyvern Incense Burners of Famine around the Devil’s right arm and pulled as Anubis swung his Wyyvern Scythe of Death for the kill. The Devil threw Frozen, his Cold Wyyvern Dagger of Hell, out and caught Ares, the Wyyvern Knight of Wicked Wars, in mid-jump by his heel. He pulled Ares down atop Anubis then pulled Set to him by Famine’s chains and used Set as a shield against the payload from Oya’s Wyyvern Artillery of Strife. Set vanished into sand just in time to avoid the explosive impact which barely pushed the Devil back. A grin grew on the Devil’s face as Anubis swung down at him again. He caught the Wyyvern Scythe of Death with a hooved foot slamming her into the ground so Anubis could not free her. Unable to pull Chastity from the ground Anubis summoned forth silk wraps to bind the Devil and drain his energy. With the hottest fire in the Multiverse, the Devil freed himself in an explosion of flames just in time to send Ares back interrupting his jump attack. Ares stabbed his Wyyvern Chain-Sword of Wicked Wars into the ground to slow himself down, then he revved the chains that bordered his blade to reverse direction and return for another jump attack. This one was caught by the Devil’s horns and shrugged off sending Ares back to the ground. “Ares, with me!” Anubis barked as he finally managed to pull Chastity from the ground, “Let’s go siege Heaven.” Ares nodded and Anubis signaled for Set and Oya to stay and keep Hell where he is. If they could take Heaven, Hell might give in. For the round at least.

*          *

Zesrial dodged a sword swing and blocked a shield bash from Leonidas, the last Spartan standing, and followed through with a bolt of lightning that removed his armor and melted his weapons. On his knees, Leonidas stood up before Zesrial who was in the air still drawing lightning to the area. He walked up to Heaven, enduring her lightning, and put a hand on her shoulder, “If you win us from Ares, we will follow you willingly.” Agni lined up a toss with his spear, Agneyastra, aimed at Zesrial who was still mid lightning summons. Zesrial turned as Leonidas was sent to the Meadhall to see Agneyastra flying towards her as Anubis came in from the left and Ares jumped in from the right.

“This could be it,” Mercedes commented. “It looks like the end of Heaven, but which one of them will claim her as their new Wyyvern Weapon.”

“And… it’s…” Woodsmann watched closely. “I don’t believe it! Brek Chesler and Pyre with the intercept returns Agyneystra to Agni’s chest as Frayona and Aaddhar match Anubis and Chastity slash for slash while Bellona suddenly switches sides to deflect Ares and Tzu’s attack with Tzu’s sister Sun! Can you comprehend, Bernard?”

Barely, Woods,” Mercedes replied. “Its Brek Chesler, Wyyvern Knight of Fire, wielding Pyre, the Wyyvern Gauntlets of Fire VERSUS Agni, Master of Flames and wielder of Aygnestra.”

“Look at that badass God of Flames just pull his own spear out of his chest like a champ,” Woods commented. “and Brek Chesler with that look of fatherly disappointment.”

“Ares, a God of War and wielder of Tzu, the Wyyvern Chain-Sword of Wicked Wars, is now fighting Bellona, a Goddess of War and master tactician, wielding Sun, the Wyyvern Chain-Sword of Righteous Wars,” Mercedes added.

“It’s the Wyyvern Chain-Swords of Wars’ jobs to fight each other,” Woodsmann rebutted. “The real fight is gonna be Frayona, the living Wyyvern Knight of Life and Wielder of Aaddhar the Wyyvern Sythe of Life VERSUS! Anubis, an ancient long dead God of the Dead, and new wielder of Chastity, the Wyyvern Scythe of Death. An Epic duel of Death Versus Life.”

“With Heaven finally receiving some help, let’s check back in with Hell and the Devil,” Mercedes began. “With Set and Oya holding him down, the Devil is not likely to make it to Edward in time and Zesrial is not getting any closer to him either,” he announced, “but wait, Woods. Who is that coming to the rescue?”

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Woodsmann announced his introduction of the Wyyvern Knight who was rising from the ground behind Famine, Strife, and the Devil. “Walking up to the mic on Roll, the Wyyvern stage of Rock, which is strapped to the back of the mighty rhino beetle known only as the Metal, Rock, the Wyyvern Knight of Rock beckons for the audience’s attention.” He explained further, “Everything he sings effects reality in some way.”

“The song begins,” Mercedes commented as drums and guitar matched a rhythmic beat.

“Yes!” shouted Woodsmann, “I love this song!”

“New Valhalla,” Rock spoke into his mic with a voice like the ancient Legends of Metal. “Show me your fists!” he held his fist in the air and the whole of New Valhalla’s audience responded in kind.