From Worlds away, a Lemur named Mirren, the Wyyvern Knight of Patience sat and watched the round play out with Agambir, the Wyyvern Walking-Stick of Patience, on his lap. Jane K. Hart, the Wyyvern Knight of Drink, using Wapatui, the Wyyvern Shapeshifting Glass of Drink, shared a bottle of Sake with Mirren, “Zen is carrying us hardcore, man,” she commented. Mirren nodded in approval.

*          *

The Wyyvern Incense Burners of Famine rose from beneath Satan driven by the sands of Set as they coiled around him like giant serpents with scales of smog, “all the Heavy Metal Ballads in History will not save you. You will not reach Hell in time,” Set grunted every word as, with overwhelming effort, he slowly overpowered the Devil to his knees.

The Devil could feel Strife’s hot barrel on the back of his neck, “enjoy your drink,” said Oya, but then she heard someone whistle from the top of the Mountain. “Wait, hold him,” she aimed her Wyyvern Artillery of Strife’s scope in the direction of the whistle. “Some kid’s waving at us. He has a coffee mug.”

The Devil began laughing uncontrollably, “You are all fucked, he’s alive now.” He tapped the ground twice and disappeared, his classic cackling laughter still echoing where he had been.

“And the Devil taps out of the round,” announced Mercedes.

“And in doing so has denied Set the kill point just as Timothy Rikkun, the Wyyvern Knight of Coffee pours hot coffee from Marissa, the Wyyvern mug of Coffee, over Hell, the Wyyvern Shieldwall of Deceit,” Woodsmann added. “What the?… Folks, it appears that the Wyyvern Knight’s brew has extinguished Hell’s flames and melted Hell’s snow, but is it enough. Ya?… aha… Yup, we have confirmation folks, this has been a resurrection.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, the Living God of all Wicked,” announced Mercedes, “Edward Michael Dimir has finally the fight.”

*          *

Having settled upon the form of a man in a suit with a multicolored tie of infinite randomly ever-changing design, John F. Memes wandered into a cave towards cracks of thunder and flashes of lightning. As he moved further into the cavern, he began to hear hammer on metal accompany the thunder and the lightning. Upon entering a doorway, Chaos found himself in a room, with a massive forge. A short, thick, burly, bold man struck hammer to anvil one last time, “Thor’s new hammer,” the blacksmith God wiped his brow, “is finally complete.” He held up his masterwork to examine it. A Lightning bolt was the shaft, and a Thundercloud was its business end, “all that needs to be done now is a good old-fashioned test!” as he shouted the final word of his sentence, Hephaestus, brought the new-forged hammer down, unleashing its power toward Chaos.

Instantly interested in the hammer’s potential, John took the full force of the hit. He even went so far as to put himself directly in the hammer’s path taking the hit at its critical range for the best possible resulting data, “That hurt, a little, but you are not this Hammer’s true wielder. I was under the impression the One True Wielder law didn’t work here.”

“Just for Wyyvern Weapons,” Hephaestus replied as he swung the hammer around for an uppercut.

Taking the hit again, John F. Memes exploded into every conceivable imagination of the word Troll in the form of a million faces singing, “Trollolololol! lollolololol!! lololol!!! lololol!!!!”

“What are you?!” Hephaestus shouted angrily.

Returning to his last form John Fucking Memes replied, “I am Chaos,” then he tightened his tie and Hephaestus’s mind was hit with an endless download of memes until his hair turned white and he fell to his knees.

“Alright, you win,” said Hephaestus, “but before I go to the Meadhall. You, name this hammer.”

“Mmmm…” John thought for a moment.

*          *

‘Watch,” said Mercedes, “as Amaya Breeze, the Wyyvern Knight of Wind dominates even space wielding Indra and Makani, her twin Wyyvern Wing-Blades of Wind.”

“Wait, she can utilize solar winds too?” Woodsmann questioned.

“It’s a Wyyvern thing,” Mercedes replied. “Let’s get back to the mains as Zesrial the Underrealm Heaven and Goddess of all Righteous matches Ra’s rays of purest Light with bolts of her brilliant Lightning in a rotating clash of elemental power and ariel combat.”

“Here comes Horus, but wait, its Amaya with the dive slash sending Horus to the Meadhall upon decapitation. Wait, what?!” Woodsmann shouted excitedly. “Ares and Bellona are locked, holding each others’ Wyyvern Chain-Swords of War back with their off hands as they unleash their battle cries. The raw element, War, whirls between and around them. I wonder if… Yes, they are! Ares and Bellona have traded Wyyvern Swords!”

They slid back, Ares with Sun in his left hand held forward, and Bellona with Tzu in her left hand held backward, using their swords to slow themselves down. Then Bellona was sent to the Meadhall by Holy, the Wyyvern Ax of Good. At the same time, Ares was sent to the Meadhall by Corrupt, the Wyyvern Blade of Evil. “Risen and Fallen,” said Mercedes, “two beings, one singular person.”

“Look, he’s doing the super hero landing!” Woodsmann interrupted.

“A fact that not even most Wyyvern Knights are aware of, “Mercedes replied. “All Wyyvern Knights do not take fall damage.”

“How do they not know that?” replied Woodsmann.    

“No one tells them,” Mercedes replied. “Here comes Rhiannon,” he announced.

With Amitosh, the Wyyvern Whip-Sword of Pleasure, in her right hand and Revelations, the Wyyvvern rusty Spiked-Chain of Deception and Anarchy, in her left, Rhiannon rode astride a white stallion toward Zesrial to pull her from the skies. Before she could, however, her horse was struck down by Holy. She wrapped Revelations around her hand and made a fist that clashed with Corrut’s blade. She attempted to whip Risen and Fallen with Amitosh, but Holy returned and blocked her attack. “Can the forces of Good and Evil triumph over Deception, Anarchy, and Pleasure?” Woodsmann questioned the audience rhetorically. “That’s not all Zesrial needs to worry about as Anubis has claimed Aaddhar, the Wyyvern Sythe of Life from Frayona who has retreated away from the fight.”

“Paying no heed to the fights around him,” Mercedes added. “Anubis takes is cruel time mummifying Aaddhar just as he had with Chastity as he synchronized with her.”

“Meanwhile,” Woodsmann brought Brek Chesler and Agni up on screen, “With Ra finally sent to the Meadhall the last remaining God of Flames, Agni, and the Wyyvern Knight of Fire, Brek Chesler, duke it out. Neither one willing to be defeated by the other as they take turns beating each other to bloody pulps.”

*           *

“You will never make it to her in time,” were Sets final words as Edward choked him to the Meadhall. Not far behind, he could hear the Wyyvern Artillery of Strife priming its payload. He got on all fours and bolted toward the lightning belonging to she whom he loved. He stopped to avoid mortar fire that hit just in front of him before continuing in a serpentine pattern dodging mortar after mortar as Oya kept up her barrage.

With control over wind and storms, Oya flew around to the front of Edward and unleashed Magnus’s minigun, “see you in round 2, God Fox.”

Edward could sense the end grow near as Magnus’s bullets flew closer and closer to him, he could not move fast enough. Suddenly he ran into something and was knocked back as some kind of barrier blocked Oya’s assault from hitting him. “Oy! A howitzer you doing! Ahahahahahaha!” Akiri Gen shouted as she fired Helga, her Wyyvern BFG of Mechanics to match Magnus’s firepower. “Go, Edward, leave the Wyyvern Goddess of Strife to us.”

“You alright, Skipper?” Ariel asked her Wyyvern Submarine as he took all the damage from the Wyyvern Artillery of Strife.

“No damage sustained,” Skipper replied. “This is so degrading, and now we need a new paint job.”

“Good, it’s working,” said Akiri as bullets blocked bullets, missiles blocked missiles, beams blocked beams, and explosions blocked explosions, “AHAHAHAHAHA! MORE BULLETS!!! HAHAHAHA!”

“The crowd is loving the fireworks!” Mercedes commented. “It looks like Edward is finally free to run to Zesrial.”

“In the meantime, we now go live to a dancing Endive,” said Woodsmann.

“Kale Agustus Pierre, the Wyyvern Knight of Food and wielder of Dutchess, the Wyyvern Cast Iron Cooking Pot of Food,” Mercedes continued for Woodsmann. “Accompanied by the symphonic orchestral stylings of Playlist 48, the Wyyvern Knight and Weapon of Composer, the singing bouncing Endive cooks flavorful smelling food in Dutchess as he dances around her.”

“How is that Vegetable cooking?” Woodsmann questioned.

“With his mind, I can only assume,” Mercedes replied. “It looks like they are trying to attract attention.”

“Ooh!” Woodsmann got excited. “It’s a trap! I love traps.” Singing his way in, Apollo, entered the cave to join the party with Ninurta and Demeter behind him. “Here it comes…”

There was a flash and then silence as Zen Akira, the Wyyvern Knight of Ninja, stood in the center of the three Gods, “私の家族を分裂させることを決めた瞬間、あなたの運命は封印された,” and sheathed Emica Kana, his Wyyvern Kusarigama of Ninjas. The Shinobi Squirrel’s voice was deep for his size.

“The ancient dialect is the only language Zen Akira knows,” Mercedes commented. “Noone has heard it spoken since the fall of the 700 Realms.

“Oh, so that’s how he’s been racking up the kill counter,” Woodsmann interrupted. “The ninja assassin has 8976 kills already, and the counter keeps on climbing.”

*           *

Crows flew overhead as Rhiannon sent Risen and Fallen to the Meadhall, “You let him leave with his Wyyvern Weapons?” Morgana asked, holding Solara, the Wyyvern Ring-Blade of Light, in her left hand and Luna, the Wyyvern Ring-Blade of Darkness, in her right.

“I already have two,” Rhiannon replied, brandishing Amitosh and Revelations.

Suddenly, under a loud, angry scream, the earth shook, and massive vines rose from beneath Rhiannon. Surrounding her, the vines combined around her into a singular tree trunk.

Filorra Rikku, the Wyyvern Knight of Nature, stuck Ace, her Wyyvern Spade of Nature, into the ground before her, “this is for Caramia Ceri and PA, you bitch,” and stomped her foot down driving Ace deep into the ground. The Tree forming around Rhiannon crushed her to the Meadhall. 

Morgana put her Wyyvern Ring-Blades of Light and Darkness to Filorra’s throat, “they were weak,” and sent her to the Meadhall. “As are you.” She performed a spinning backflip for the crowd as Amaya came down for a slice, “too easy,” she grinned as Amaya crashed landed in the Meadhall.

“Has the Judge reached a verdict?” Magnar Maximus, the Wyyvern Knight of Destruction, asked Dana Noel, the Wyyvern Knight of Truth and Justice.

“I rule in favor of destroying her,” Dana pointed Punishment, her Wyyvern Gavel of Truth and Justice at Morgana.

“As you wish,” Magnar Maximus replied as he jumped toward Morgana who readied to counter. Instead of landing at Morgana’s position, Magnar threw Bolas, his Wyyvern Flail of Destruction, and dropped. Bolas returned to him and he through her at Morgana again and again. Morgana blocked hit after hit until she felt the Gavel on her back.

With Punishment’s hit landed, Dana Noel gave her verdict, “Death by Lethal injection,” and Morgana was sent to the Meadhall.

Death’s blade cut through Dana and Magnar before they realized Anubis was there, “Zesrial,” he greeted Heaven as a friend. “Shall we?”

“You are not welcome in me,” Zesrial replied to Anubis as she pulled Agni’s spear from her shoulder and threw it on the ground. She looked and saw Brek Chesler was still keeping Agni mostly occupied.

“We shall see,” Anubis replied.

*          *

“I will not be defeated by Fire,” Agni grunted as he locked with Brek in epic combat. “I am a God of Flame!”

Edward picked up Agneyastra and sniffed the tip. It had burned Zesrial, so he froze the fire spear and shattered it in a closed fist. Enraged by the loss of his spear, Agni leaped in to punch Edward out. Edward caught Agni’s fist, “you threw it,” froze him solid, and shattered him to the Meadhall. Edward turned to Brek, “where is she?” Then the ground rumbled.

*          *

A tall, built man with long black hair and a thick mountain man bearded stood between Anubis and Zesrial, and his feathered cape was that of a king. He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck, “Cornering and trapping her? You can’t be that desperate.” Anubis swung Death threw man, it did nothing.

Anubis tried again and again and again, “Who are you? Why won’t you die?”

“Vladamir Korvachoff, at your service,” the Vampire Archangel replied, “and I am not bound by Life or Death.” He punched Anubis in the gut putting him on his knees, “I am removed from them,” he followed through with a punch to Anubis’s skull that sent him to the Meadhall. Vlad turned around and held out a hand to help Zesrial up.

“I thought you said you weren’t coming?” Zesrial questioned.

Vladamir smiled, “I came for you,” and was headbutted to the Meadhall by Sarah Ironram.

Huffing and puffing, “I’ve been sent to warn you.” Sarah took a deep breath, “brace yourself.”

Zesrial heard Edward’s cry as she found herself grabbed and pulled into the air away from Hade’s suddenly rushing hordes by her throat. She returned to her weapon form. Edward, with Zesrial’s hilt in his right hand, came down and stabbed her blade first into the ground before him. Zesrial’s Lightning struck within Edward’s Blizzard as they synchronized.

“And that is the last Wyyvern Weapon!” Woodsmann shouted. “Finally!”

“That’s right folks,” said Mercedes. “Alexandra, the Wyyvern Bastard Sword of Vampirism, was the last weapon to be claimed effectively ending the round.”

“We will be back,” said Woodsmann, “with scores and a list of the new Wyyvern Knights forged by round 1 of New Valhalla. We are just getting started!”