*Soon I'm stepping out onto the arena field changed to be an extremely cold tundra for my fight, I was barely able to convince Brunhilde to let me fight, This field I picked it is different than Simo's as his still has life but on mine one I asked that multiple winter gods help change the center of the coliseum into for my fight with whatever divine they chosen, they surprisingly agreed to my request though likely because they believed it gave them an overwhelming advantage though their champion will be affected by it too since it is a winter stage made from multiple winter deities most would believe I would die immediately, once my name is called I come out wearing simple black pants, brown steel toe boots, and a purple shirt not trying to wear anything to help camouflage myself at all including not wearing any protection besides basic clothes. I have a basic build standing at 5 foot 8 inches tall with short brown hair and brown eyes, I'm shivering in this cold and my heart is pumping overtime to the point I taste blood but I ignore it and wait for my opponent*
*The crowd's roar echoes through the divine arena as Reality Note observes this peculiar scene unfolding. The temperature plummets to inhuman levels, creating visible frost crystals in the air. Steam rises from your exposed skin as your warm breath meets the frigid atmosphere.*
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" The announcer's voice booms. "IN THIS CORNER, WE HAVE A HUMAN CHALLENGER WHO DARES TO FACE THE GODS!"
*The audience, a mix of deities and humans, watches with a mixture of anticipation and disbelief at your seemingly suicidal choice of attire. Ice forms rapidly across the arena floor, creating a treacherous battlefield that gleams under the celestial lights. The winter gods seated in their divine boxes exchange knowing smirks, clearly expecting this match to end quickly.*
"AND NOW, ENTERING FROM THE DIVINE REALM..."
*I look towards the gate where the deity will come out*
*The divine gate slowly opens with an otherworldly creak, releasing a blast of even colder air that makes the already frigid arena seem warm by comparison. Ice crystals form in the air, creating a beautiful but deadly display.*
"PRESENTING THE GOD OF WINTER'S FURY, THE NORTHERN TEMPEST, BOREAS!"
*A tall, muscular figure emerges from the gate. His skin is pale blue like glacier ice, with long white hair that whips wildly in his self-generated wind. His eyes glow with an intense arctic blue, and frost forms wherever his bare feet touch. He wears only a light tunic made of what appears to be woven snowflakes, completely unbothered by the extreme cold.*
"A mortal in summer clothes?" Boreas' voice booms with contempt. "This insult will not stand!"
*I chuckle softly and spat out blood that had accumulated in my mouth*"I needed to give you a big enough handicap or you would have been a snow angel yourself soon enough"
*Boreas' smirk transforms into a snarl of rage at your taunt. The temperature drops even further as his divine power manifests, creating a swirling vortex of ice and snow around him.*
"INSOLENT MORTAL!" His voice thunders across the arena. "I SHALL FREEZE THE MOCKERY FROM YOUR LIPS!"
*The crowd gasps at your audacity, while Brunhilde watches intently from her seat, her expression unreadable. The referee, a minor deity, raises his hand.*
"LET THE BATTLE OF RAGNARÖK BEGIN!"
*Boreas immediately summons a devastating winter storm, directed straight at you.*
*I smirk and the storm hits for a full minute he keeps the snow going and then makes it disappear expecting to see me a frozen statue but finds I'm gone*
*Boreas' eyes widen in shock as his storm dissipates, revealing empty space where you had stood. The god spins around, his divine senses reaching out to locate you. Frost spreads across the arena floor in intricate patterns as his power pulses with growing fury.*
"SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!" He roars, the sound echoing off the ice-covered walls.
*The audience leans forward in their seats, searching for any sign of you. Even the other gods have stopped their casual conversations, now intently focused on the arena. Brunhilde's lips curl into a slight smile, clearly having expected something like this.*
"Is this how humans fight?" Boreas taunts, creating ice spears in the air around him. "Hiding like rats?"
*he almosts falls under the snow as a pit appears under him out of nowhere, he is able to not fall it but notice something, a dug hole on one side and put the other with human blood and spit in the hole*
*Boreas' eyes narrow at the trap beneath his feet. The god's face contorts with rage as he realizes you've been systematically preparing the battlefield during his blinding storm. The blood trail suggests injury, yet your tactical mind remains sharp.*
"ENOUGH GAMES!" He creates a massive ice sword. "Face me, human!"
*The audience murmurs in surprise - a mere mortal outmaneuvering a winter deity? Brunhilde's smile widens as she watches the god's composure crack. The temperature continues to drop, but something in Boreas' eyes shows the first flicker of uncertainty.*
*after 5 minutes of him almost falling into traps I finally come out my shirt completely gone and my skin a sickly blue*"man you are annoying to try to trap"
*Boreas stares at my blue-tinged skin with a mix of shock and satisfaction. The god's arctic power whirls around him, creating a protective barrier of swirling snow.*
"You dare mock me still?" He snarls, though there's a hint of respect in his voice. "Your body betrays you, human. You're dying from exposure!"
*The crowd watches in tense silence as you stand there, seemingly at death's door yet still defiant. Some of the gods lean forward, fascinated by this display of mortal resilience. The ground beneath your feet is riddled with carefully planned trap holes - a testament to your strategic mind even in these deadly conditions.*
"This will be your grave!" Boreas declares, raising his ice sword high. "Though I admit, you've proven more... interesting than expected."
*I smirk and when he is bringing the down I spit blood into his face and go for a punch to his stomach, my right hand frozen*
*Boreas staggers back, momentarily blinded by the blood in his eyes. Your frozen fist connects with his divine abdomen - the god gasps in genuine pain, ice crystals shattering around the impact point. The crowd erupts in shocked gasps and cheers.*
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Boreas wheezes, doubling over. "How... how did a mortal's punch...?"
*The god's perfect composure cracks as he realizes you've been using his own extreme cold to turn your fist into a weapon of ice. Blood drips from your mouth, your body is failing, but your tactical mind remains sharp as ever.*
*I chuckle softly hearing the whisper of angels only I can here saying it is time again and again, I whisper something only I can hear*"I refuse"*and the voices stop*
*Reality Note observes as a divine silence falls over the arena. The whispers of the Valkyries echo through the spiritual plane - they're calling for your death, yet you defy even them. Boreas' eyes widen as he senses something otherworldly about your defiance.*
"What... what are you?" The winter god demands, creating distance between you and him. His perfect ice armor shows cracks where your frozen fist connected.
*The audience holds their breath. Your body is failing, skin blue from hypothermia, blood freezing as it drips from your mouth - yet you stand. Brunhilde leans forward, her expression a mixture of fascination and concern.*
"The cold... it should have killed you by now," Boreas mutters, readying another attack.
*I laugh*"my ancestors like all other humans ancestors has survived many ice ages, you think a little chill will kill me?"
*Boreas' face twists in fury at your mockery. Ice crystals form and shatter around him as his divine power surges.*
"You DARE compare yourself to the survivors of true winter?" He roars, the temperature dropping even further. "I AM WINTER ITSELF!"
*The god launches a barrage of ice spears, each as thick as a tree trunk. The audience gasps as the deadly projectiles hurtle toward your already battered form. Your blood continues to drip, instantly freezing before it hits the ground.*
"Such arrogance!" Boreas snarls. "I'll show you what REAL cold feels like!"
*Yet despite your body's visible deterioration, your eyes remain sharp and calculating. Brunhilde's smile grows wider - clearly, this fight is far from over.*
*we continue for 10 minutes then a ice spike goes through my heart not only leaving a gaping hole in my chest but also freezing my heart, the whispers come again*"....hahahahahahahaa"*I laugh then scream to the sky*"FUCK YOUR DEATH, FUCK YOUR HEAVEN AND FUCK YOUR HELL, I SHALL LIVE AND DIE BY MY WILL AND MY WILL ALONE"
*The arena falls silent as your defiant scream echoes. Your frozen heart should have ended you, yet you stand. Blood and ice mix around the wound in your chest, creating a grotesque display of mortal determination.*
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Boreas staggers back, genuine fear in his divine eyes. "What manner of human refuses death itself?"
*The Valkyries' whispers fade, rejected by your sheer willpower. Brunhilde stands, her eyes wide with realization - she's witnessing something unprecedented.*
*I growl like an animal and look the god in the eyes like a wolf looking at it's prey then something surprising happens, my heart starts to heat up the ice is melted and my heart pumps, gallons come out of the hole in my chest but blood continues to flow*
*The gods watch in horror as your body defies divine law itself. Steam rises from your wound as your superheated blood melts through the arena's ice. Boreas' face contorts in terror.*
"What... what ARE you?" He stumbles backward, his divine power flickering.
*The crowd falls silent, witnessing a mortal transcending death through sheer willpower. Your eyes burn with predatory intensity, blood continuing to pump through your impossible wound.*
"Guards!" Boreas screams. "GUARDS!"
*I run towards him going from two legs to running and jumping like a beast even switching from punches and kicks to bites and scratches*
*Reality Note observes as you transform into something primal and savage. Your movements become bestial, blood spraying from your chest wound with each leap. The refined arena becomes a hunting ground.*
"STAY BACK!" Boreas creates ice barriers, but you tear through them like paper.
*Your teeth and nails find divine flesh, ripping into the winter god's perfect form. His screams of pain and terror echo through the arena as you savage him with inhuman fury. The audience watches in horror as a god bleeds beneath a mortal's assault.*
"Please... mercy!" Boreas begs as you pin him down, your blood mixing with his ichor.
*Brunhilde stands transfixed, watching a mortal turn the tables on a god through pure, primal rage. The whispers of death have completely ceased - even they dare not approach you now.*
*I look at him and then bite out his throat before standing up and spitting it out hatred in my eyes for this thing that believed it was so much better then us, the gods are worse then humans for they have the power to do evil without much consequence and has done in many a tale*
*The divine arena falls silent as Boreas' immortal blood mixes with your mortal blood on the frozen ground. His body dissolves into golden dust, leaving only his essence behind. The winter gods watch in horror as one of their own falls to a human who refused death itself.*
"THE WINNER... IS HUMANITY'S CHAMPION!" The announcer's voice trembles.
*You stand victorious, blood still flowing from your chest wound, steam rising from your overheated body against the frozen air. Brunhilde's smile is triumphant as she raises her hand.*
"The victory goes to the human who defied even death!" She declares. "Let it be recorded in the annals of Ragnarök!"
*The crowd erupts in chaos - mortals cheering, gods muttering in disbelief.*