Chapter 2: Tournament of Pantheons
Tournament of Pantheons part I
Andrew's eye sight recovered from the blinding light, seeing rooms' of golden pillars etched with Celtic runes, the proportions of the room were suited for someone twice the size of a regular man. Patting himself all over, crotch first, Andrew looked around in confusion as everything was double the size of him; the furniture, the décor and even the fruits were the size of Andrew's hands. Approaching the gigantic wooden door, reaching for the handle hanging over his head, standing on his toes he stopped reach when hearing loud stomps heading towards the door. Scurrying back from the door with his pistol drawn, it swung wide open by a gigantic man. The gigantic man dipped down to enter, brushing off some food crumbs in his braided beard, and he towered over Andrew standing nearly four meters tall.
"WELCOME WARRIOR! I see you are ready for battle, if that's the case let us go to the throne room."
"Wait…"
The gigantic man swiftly grabbed Andrew, and began running down the hall, he attempted to escape the man's grip to no avail. Until they arrived to the throne room, the man dropped Andrew onto the ground and before he could get angry, he was overwhelmed by the presence of two giants sitting in their golden thrones. One was a woman wearing a muted tunic with long brunette hair; embedded with charms and small trinkets woven into her braid, however her ethereal presence was completely juxtaposed by the man next to her. Wearing gold armour; his pauldrons were the shape of wings, holding a spear that was completely etched in runes and a golden eye patch over his right eye.
"Thor, please tell me, that is not your choice for Midgard's champion. He's short even by their standards, not to mention his physique is unappealing" The woman said with condescension.
"Do not worry Mother, Heimdall was watching him in battle just a few minutes ago, he set two of his opponents on ablaze and shot another dead." Thor said with delight.
"Wait…" Andrew said trying to interject.
"He has the ability to control fire, that's a great find; it will give us an advantage over those damn Olympians."
"Let's get him ready for battle then. HEIMDALL open the Bifrost." The man in the throne tapped his spear on the ground twice.
"Hold the F.." Andrew tried to exclaim, before the blinding light took over the room again.
"uck up." Andrew managed to finish his sentence, but to see that the room had now changed again.
The room now filled with weapon racks and armour, which was also too comically sized for him, Andrew was then greeted by Thor knocking the wind out of him with a pat on his back.
"Come warrior choose your weapons, I would personally choose this warhammer, but you should choose a weapon to help your spells." Thor said comparing the hammer to the others.
"OKAY STOP! I AM NOT A FIRE BENDING WARRIOR! I am a chubby Asian, shorter than average male with basic gun training, that's all I am." Andrew shouted, now panting.
"But Heimdall, told me you set two enemies ablaze." Thor's smile was beginning to fade.
"Because I threw two cans of petrol on them and did the most 'Murica thing I'll ever do and shot the problem away. I set them on fire with basic chemistry, I DO NOT HAVE FIRE POWERS." Andrews's frustration grew even more.
"You surely have great marksman capabilities with that gun, Heimdall said you landed three clean shots, one directly between the eyes." Thor's concern was spreading across his face.
"I was like ten meters from the target; I'd have to a blind man with no sense of direction to miss those shots."
"…Your eyes mean you are of eastern decent, surely you have their hand to hand combat abilities…." Thor was hesitant to finish that sentence as his smile had now started to morph into fear.
"Okay. Wow that was racist as hell, and no. Just because I got these damn eyes don't mean I know Kung Fu alright." Andrew had become completely annoyed.
"Well then you must be super strong to be brave enough to face three powered opponents." Thor said, as he completely tore off Andrew's suit, exposing his torso.
"Oh by Odin's beard you are not a warrior at all. You're just a child playing hero that didn't get killed." Thor was now mortified and in distress.
"What the hell man! If I knew that all it took to convince you, that I'm not some fire bending warrior was to show my A cup titties to you. I would have started stripping the moment I saw you. Now can you send me home? I can't wait to tell the world we were meant to be sacrificing goats to the Norse." Andrew said trying to piece together his suit.
Thor was now pacing back and forth in the room frantically.
"Do you have any redeeming warrior qualities? Anything at all you could think of?" Thor was desperate for an answer.
"No. Now send me back home, I'm also still 99% sure I'm dreaming because nothing here makes sense." Andrew said angrily.
"BQLLR!" Thor shouted.
The woman from the throne room entered with a large wooden bowl
"Thor is something wrong? Why do you look so distressed about your champion?"
"Mother we've made a terrible mistake, this man is short fat and weak." Thor said pointing towards Andrew.
"Hey man, how you gonna just start telling the truth like that." Andrew said upset.
"You didn't actually watch the battle he had, yourself did you?" The woman said
Thor shook his head.
"And now your chosen champion for Midgard is woefully unequipped for the battle ahead and you want me to help you."
Thor nodded enthusiastically.
"Well I wouldn't be much of a mother if I didn't help my baby boy."
Thor became instantly relieved and bear hugged the woman into the air.
"Alright put me down, now human I will ask you some questions and you will answer truthfully. Afterwards you may ask me questions, do you understand?" The woman said with a frightening glare.
Andrew took a deep breath and nodded.
"Are you ready to fight to the chosen champions of different realms from different gods in a high stakes tournament?" The woman proclaimed.
"No." Andrew replied in monotone.
"Well it's too late for us to choose another champion, so prepare yourself for the most grueling crucible of battle! Now do you have any questions?"
"Uhh okay, were to begin. Oh right let's start with WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
"You were poorly chosen by Thor here, to represent Midgard in this tournament." She responded while now adding in some ingredients to her wooden bowl.
"You say that like it means something to me. Explain everything here like I'm a five year old who just got choked slammed into concrete by god himself." Andrew said infuriated.
She took a deep sigh and continued.
"This is the Tournament of Pantheons. Once every 100 years, the pantheons of many your human religions come together; in the spirit of battle, camaraderie, bravery, heroism and most importantly to kill our boredom."
A confused face shot across Andrew's face.
"We use to pick demigods for our champions from our lands, to do different battles and challenges, however all of the gods agreed it was unfair since Zeus had at least 50 of them. That man cannot keep it in his pants. Digressing from that point; you have been chosen by mistake, to represent all of the Aesir and Vanir gods in battle, now you know why you are here and no we cannot send you back until the tournament is over. Odin and I announced that you would be our champion." She huffed out a breath and waited for a response.
"Okay last two questions here. One, does every god from every single religion participate in this tournament, because I would very much like to see who Jesus Christ picks as his tournament champion. Two, can't believe I've been glossing over this, BUT HOW ARE THERE GODS AND WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING ON EARTH."
"No, some of the other pantheons believe this to be a barbaric practice, so right now we are competing against, what you call the Chinese pantheon or the Jades. The Egyptian or Ennead and finally the Olympians, which I am sure you must be familiar with. As to why we left Midgard, we believed it best to leave our influence of the humans and let your kind find its own way without us; also we got really sick of getting goat sacrifices. Only so many ways to cook a goat before you go insane." She said, still stirring the ingredients in her wooden bowl.
"Alrighty then guess I'm going to die, because somehow the god of lightning and thunder didn't look more around Earth for more than a minute to see that we have mutants, or other super powered beings. There are literally stories of a super soldier in America." Andrew said frustrated.
"What's done is done. Now you must get ready for battle, and we have no idea what those are going to be. Now the Olympians are going to win again, we're going to be dead last and be mocked for another century." Thor said, upset and depressed.
"Gee sorry for your loss, it's not like you're going to die if you fail in this tournament!"
Andrew shouted.
"Andrew is there anything in this room you can possibly wield for combat?" The woman asked.
"If you could shrink the size of them by about half I might be able to. As of right now the only thing I could use is my gun." Andrew said inspecting the other weapons.
A loud horn could be heard echoing through.
"We must go to the coliseum the ceremony is about to start, if you survive the first round, I will make sure Eitri and Brokkr craft you armour and a weapon to use." The woman said.
Thor grabbed Andrew under his arm again and began sprinting through the halls and down a stair case, finding a gigantic gateway, with the sounds of uproarious cheering. Andrew was dropped again, only to find himself, half naked in the middle of a colossal sized arena standing next to three armour clad warriors. Another gigantic man stood up in the stands in front of them wearing a wreath and white robes.
"WELCOME CHAMPIONS TO THE TOURNAMENT OF PANTHEONS!"
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