Record of Ragnarok Alternate

The Ending the Stalemate

Baldr pulled himself out of the wall, and drew a punch back, the strike that hit Achilles was strong, and the follow threw pushed Achilles into the air and he fell down, holding his stomach in some pain. He got up and looked at the god, who picked up his staff, and tossed it. Achilles moved to the side, barely avoiding the attack, before he turned it back and threw it.

The strike hit baldr, and he pushed his shoulder back as he was hit. He picked up his staff and looked at the greek warrior, before holding the staff with both hands, he swung the staff, using his godly strength sent Achilles into a wall by the sheer power behind the strike. 

Unlike the other hits before, Achilles was being thrown because of the follow through, pushing him into the air, and he was sent off into the direction of the strike. As he crashed, into the wall, his helmet fell from his body and he got up, cracking his neck.

"That's pretty strong. Admirable even, I haven't felt this power since I got ran over by a some horses. But I think you forgot one thing." Achilles said, standing up and putting his weapons spear and shield down.

"I fought a war for 10 years, i've been hit and hit nearly everywhere on my front and back, and no one could scratch me." Achilles said, smiling

Baldr smiled, as he prepared to throw his staff again. With a short little hop, he threw it and Achilles caught it, holding it with both hands, he leapt into the air and slammed the staff into Baldr's shoulder.

The god expected it to slide off of him, but it wasn't that , it impacted and pushed him to his knee. The shaft shattered and wood splinters landed all around.

"GO ACHILLES!" Petrocolus shouted. 

"The god is now harmed!" Agamemnon pointed out.

"The Battle is as good as won." Odysseus  stated.

Baldr shuddered.

"So...this is pain?" he asked himself.

The god looked up at Achilles, who dropped the broken staff.

"What you now feel, is what battle is suppose to be." Achilles said.

With a strike to the stomach, Achilles was pushed back, and Baldr grabbed the broken end of his staff. Loki had given it to him, he gave it a small plant, something he didn't even know the name of. Picking it up, he squeezed it in his hand, and felt the rush.

"It's exciting, terrifying, everything slowing down, now that you are vulnerable." Achilles stated.

"Yes, it is, let's see if I can make you feel the same." Baldr said.

He rushed forward and Achilles rushed forward, before preparing a kick. Baldr caught him by the heel, and twisted, causing Achilles to cry out in pain, feeling the rush of pain, something that took great effort, and what made him into a warrior, that search for pain. The two seperated and Achilles grabbed his spear, and shield, while Baldr held his broken staff, and smiled.

Freya was crying, she was a fool.

When Baldr was born, she made everything promise to never hurt her child, but, when she came to mistletoe, a plant borne the same day, she knew it's innocents, and she believed it was impossible for the small plant to hurt her child. If only she knew, if only she was not so naive.

Thetis wept as well, she had submerged Achilles in the river Styx, and now, she wept, she was scared to lose her baby, her grip must have kept his heels dry. She was expelled from the goddly realms by this action, but she didn't care, she had done it for her child, something no god ever did before. She gave her divinity for the child she loved. 

Both mothers wept, as their friends who cherished the fighters now watched, this fight, was no longer a stand still, it was now entering it's final meters*

(Meters in greek poetry timing)