Amane landed in Ukraine in a quiet forest and was approached by Martin and Valeria. Martin cracked his neck and his knuckles with a large grin on his face, and Valeria created a tornado of sand to surround the three of them.


    “Now you can’t call for help!” Martin exclaimed.


    He ran towards Amane and pulled his fist back, charging white Divine Soul into his fist.


    Martin punched Amane in the face, causing a destructive explosion of energy. Valeria jumped in the air and blew thunderous wind at Amane, throwing her into the sandstorm.


    Amane quickly pulled out a small pole from her pocket that extended into a cane. She used it to manifest her grasscutter blade and jumped down with a gold flaming slash.


    Valeria was slashed by this and thrown back. Martin disappeared in darkness and appeared above her. He slammed his fists onto her head with his Divine Soul. Valeria was right behind her and punched her with a lightning charged fist.


    Amane blocked it with her sword. She threw her fist to the side and Amane slashed at Valeria’s stomach, burning her. Amane kicked her to the side and turned her attention to Martin, who was gone.


    “Oh my god why can’t he just stay in one place! He’s in full white why the hell can I never find him!” Amane yelled to herself.


    “It’s because I disappear in the darkness,” Martin said, reappearing and kicking her in the arm.


    Amane had her grasscutter blade engulfed in flames, as she slashed at Martin and Valeria, not getting any slashes in.


    “Come on, try harder!” Valeria yelled, summoning a gust of sand and wind, blowing out her flames.


    Martin punched Amane in the face with white Divine Soul and then went into darkness. Before Amane could figure out where he was, Martin appeared behind her and grabbed her.


    He threw her against a wall and walked up to her. She blasted him with golden fire, throwing him back, but then Valeria grabbed a stick on the ground in the forest and manifested a black spear with a dark blue edge.


    Valeria stabbed Amane and threw her to the side and Martin yelled “This is too easy!”, dashing in for another attack.


    “I was severely overestimating my abilities to take a 2 on 1,” Amane said before getting uppercutted by Martin.


    “I’d like to thank you. You have made my day oh so much better. I needed someone I could beat the soul out of,” Martin said, keeping his hands together.


    He dashed towards her and slid on the ground, tripping her and then stomping on her head. Amane screamed in pain and got up, dizzy. Valeria tried to stab her, but then Amane slashed at Valeria with all the firepower she could. Valeria was thrown back and knocked out.


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    “You finally got that nuisance out of the way. I hated her. Y’know, I always felt she was afraid of me, but all the Centurions are. Even that asshole Bi Bi or whatever was afraid of me,”.


    “Oh, I fought that guy! Beat him too!” Amane exclaimed.


    “Of course you beat him. I did too. He’s a terrible fighter. He’s lucky and strong in his Rhythm but has no skill. I’m the opposite, unlucky but skilled. The only Centurion who actually ever respected me was Mizu,” Martin said, laughing to himself.


    “Have you ever considered therapy?” Amane asked.


    “Enough times.”. Martin ran towards Amane and disappeared. Amane slashed her blade behind her, but she hit nothing. He appeared in front of her and grabbed the collar of her shirt.


    He punched her again and again, grinning. She engulfed her blade on fire and slashed at Martin, burning his hoodie. He let go of her and started to hit her with a barrage of punches infused with Divine Soul.


    He ended it with a kick that sent her flying back outside of where the sand tornado was. From the pocket of his hoodie, he pulled out wireless headphones and put them on.


    He played a song and then ran towards Amane. “This jackass,” she said, tired from all the fighting.


    She slashed at him, cutting his hoodie and his phone. Martin kept on the assault, completely ignoring the recent slash. Amane kept trying to keep up, deflecting the punches with her blade. Amane ignited her blade at full force and slashed it at Martin’s head.


    “THAT’S MORE LIKE IT! FIGHT TO KILL!” Martin yelled, smiling, blocking the blade with his forearm, but the blade sliced through it like butter. Amane got angrier and as she got more rage filled her flames got darker and darker, until they were blood red.


    Martin started not being able to block the slashes, and he began to get slashes all over his body. He pulled his hand back and jabbed at Amane, aiming directly for her chest. She blocked it with her sword. The sword broke in half and de-manifested, but Martin’s hand was severely burnt.


    “FINALLY, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE FINALLY TAKING IT SERIOUS-” before he could finish Amane chopped his neck, knocking him out.


    “That’ll heal eventually,” she commented on Martin’s missing arm. She limped away, hoping to find her aircraft.


    She heard loud explosions and looked up, seeing someone with red and black dragon wings and someone in a coat fighting.


    They ended up flying away and she rolled her eyes and kept walking, and she saw a hulking man in armor and a bear skin. He had red hair and blue thunderous eyes. He had a hammer in his right hand and a beer jug in his left arm, drinking it in big swigs at a time.


    He was sitting on the aircraft, spinning his hammer.


    “Hey, sir, could you get off my aircraft thing?” Amane asked him. He stood up and she backed up.


    “Don’t you know who I am?” he asked her in a booming voice.


    “A raging alcoholic?” She said, slightly smiling but trying to hide it.


    “Correct, but I am Thor, God of War and Storms!” he yelled, chuckling when he said correct.


    “You have the spirit of a warrior, small child, but you lack power. Don’t use your mind to predict, use it to attack. We Aesir believe every part of the body is for fighting. Those flames could burn water. Use it for what you want,” Thor told her, patting her shoulder.


    She widened her eyes and nodded, walking to the aircraft.


    He got up and spun his hammer, walking towards Martin.


    “I’ll give him a longer lecture when he regenerates and wakes up. I’ll give him some beer too,” he laughed. She smiled and set the location for the aircraft.


    She whispered to herself, “Gods can get drunk? But he’s Thor! He’s supposed to be the best drinker!”.