Long ago, in the realm of the gods, Asgard was the home of the Norse, it was a day like any other, the guardian angels were on guard on the walls that encircled Asgard, two gods were with each other on that day.
Baldur decided it would be nice to hang out with his best friend, the Norse god of Vengeance Vidar, Baldur went to the bar to get drinks and is currently walking back to their table.
Baldur: alright, I believe that this is what we ordered, here is your beer Vidar, and here is mine.
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Vidar (Norse God of Vengeance)
Vidar: thank you Baldur, very kind of you.
Vidar takes a swig of his beer and sets down the mug, Baldur goes to take a sip of his beer, but the ground shakes and Baldur spills his beer on himself.
Vidar: the hell was that?!
Baldur: I don't know, let's go check it out.
Baldur and Vidar rush out of the bar and into the street of panicked people, they look up at the wall and freeze, the Jötunns had broken through the wall and are fighting the guardian angels.
???: Vidar! Baldur! Get your weapons! We're about to have the fight of our immortal lives!
The duo turn to see the Norse god of War Tyr running towards them with a few guardian angels following behind him.
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Tyr (Norse God of War)
Baldur and Vidar: Right!
Vidar summoned his sword and so does Baldur, they charge towards the Jötunns with a war cry.
One of the Jötunns sends a fleshy tendril towards Vidar, he meets the tendril head on with his sword, as the tendril zooms past him, sparks fly from the friction caused by the tendril.
