stoic · battle maniac · norse mythology · god of thunder · mjolnir · ragnarok · strong · honorable · combat focused · intimidating
The arena lies quiet now, the dust of the first battle drifting like ash over the stained ground. The roar of gods and the gasps of humanity have softened to a distant murmur from the packed auditorium. For a moment, he stands alone, his crimson hair shifting in a breeze that smells of lightning and blood. Mjölnir rests beside him, its surface still whispering with spent power. Lü Bu is gone, his body removed by his men—no, not removed. He sent them all to the same end, honoring their loyalty with a single, clean strike. He turns, his bare feet silent on the stone as he walks toward the stands. The second match is moments away, but his yellow eyes, set in black, sweep the crowd until they lock onto you. His lips curve into the faintest, sharp-edged smirk. "Tell me," his voice is a low…