The Gods have gathered in the Council of Valhalla and have decided that it's humanity's time to face judgement day. However one man, King Solomon, has a plan to save them.
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"Ladies, gentlemen, and others!" Crowley announced triumphantly. "Leonardo Da Vinci has broken Yaya's drum and thus proved Yaya's wife leaving him was justified!"
"DO NOT MENTION THAT BITCH!" Yaya screamed from the arena floor.
"Fuck you." Crowley said with utter deadpan. "Anyway, the round is now neck and neck. Who's winning? I don't know but if Yaya does, let's all throw rocks at him!"
"I'm down for that!" Legion yelled, cracking his knuckles.
"If Yaya wins, I'm throwing hot lard at him." Idunn muttered to herself.
"Fufufu~ I like the concept of it quite a bit, I wonder how angry would Ya-Chan get afterwards~." Dionysus mused.
As the stands gradually filled with murmurs in support of Crowley's proposal, Yaya turned back at Leonardo. The scientist smirked evilly as his eyes met the god.
"So." Da Vinci cackled. "Are you ready to die?"
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"Shut up." Yaya barked, grasping his club now with both hands.
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"Oh? You aren't interested in dying? Well that's TOO! FUCKING! BAD!!!"
And with that, Leonardo lunged at Yaya brutally, with his mental perfection showing exactly which regions of the god's body were most vulnerable and how to reach them. Yaya tried to dodge, but he was so used to having access to his drum that his focus lapsed enough for a great gash to cut through his side and begin to spew blood. Yaya then turned to face Leonardo, who in response put up the fluid-filled shield he had created and prepared for the beating.
Yaya swung the war club at the shield, only for its hexagonal plates to harden in response. Yaya then poked at the shield, which allowed his finger to slip through like water, but when he clubbed it, they hardened again, creating a shield all but seemingly impossible to break through.
