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𝟓. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 & 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫
Sòl jumped in her seat as her ears were filled with a high-pitched scream. Her eyes blinked a couple of times, letting them adjust to the bright sunlight coming from the glass wall in front of her before finally turning her head to the source of the noise. Her eyes fell upon Thor, breathing heavily and embarrassment evident on his face.
Sòl scanned the whole room, she saw that there were not only the two of them but a whole army standing behind them. Sól released a deep breath as she directed her gaze ahead, her brown eyes fell upon a man sitting on a throne. He wore a golden robe, he had graying hair and a blue mark starting from the bottom of his lip down to his chin. The Grandmaster was what he called himself, according to whatever colorful hallway with a narrative of his story said. Curiosity filled his eyes as he observes the two gods in front of him.
"He's wonderful." The Grandmaster states, his eyes trained on Thor, "It is a he?"
"It is a he." the woman who took them nodded.
"A-And the other one?"
The woman swept her gaze over to the Goddess, who was struggling out of the restraints. "Yes, it's a she."
The Grandmaster let out a delighted chuckle. "I love when you come to visit, 142. You bring me the best stuff. Whenever we get to talking, Topaz—" the Grandmaster turned to the burly woman standing on his right, "—about Scrapper, what do I always say? She is the...and it starts with a 'B'."
The burly woman—whom the man called Topaz– moved her gaze from the two deities and towards the woman, whom the man referred to as Scrapper 142. She simply responded, "Trash."
"No," the Grandmaster shot her a surprised look, "Not trash. Were you waiting just to call her that? It doesn't start with a 'B'."
"Booze hag." the burly woman added and Scrapper 142 narrowed her eyes at her, confused. Sól grew tired of the exchange between the three of them and didn't pay attention until the man in the middle had asked Scrapper 142 brought him.
"A contender." the woman responded confidently, "Not only one, but two of them."
"A what?" Both Thor and Sól said at the same time, confusion evident in their voices
"I need to go closer. I want to get a closer look at this. Can you take us closer? Thank you." At his behest, Topaz walked behind the man's throne and pushed it forward, bringing it up to the end of the platform where the distance between him and the two deities was only a few feet away. He regarded the two of them, his brown eyes alternating between Thor and Sól, he acknowledged everything that indicated that they were warriors.
