Freya looked on as Achilles was stopped by Damaris. As he stayed with her, he was reprimanded by both Minerva and Michael who then went after the Celtic deity. She walked up to him as well looking to also reprimand him.

“What the hell was that Achilles?! You're the Judge! Father himself gave you his powers for reason like this,” she yelled at him.

Achilles furrowed his brow and looked at the Norse deity. “You don’t have to tell me, I already know. Minerva and Michael I understand but you? Who are you, someone that begs others to fight their battles, to come at me?”

Ouch, that hurt Freya. She got closer to his face and pointed her finger at his chest “Your job is to make sure stuff like this doesn’t happen! Not protect some dumb angel!” She looked at Damaris with hate in her eyes “If you're so weak go back to that pathetic excuse for a father and have him protect you!”

Inari grabbed Freya and turned her around to see her. Freya was about to speak again when Inari put her finger on her lip and shook her head from side to side. She turned her around and they walked away from Achilles and Damaris.

Inari looked back and saw the disappointed look on Achilles’s face and the sad tearful eyes of Damaris, she nodded to them as a form of apology and then placed her face near Freya’s ear.

“Calm yourself, sister, your jealousy is showing.”

“But it’s true! Achilles would never stay if I had asked, and she gets to be with Father! Its—”

Inari shook her violently to stop talking. “He would. You also had many years to apologize to him, you cannot be mad at him for moving on. And about God, well, win the Tryfing and ask him why he did the things he did. But don’t be mad at Damaris, Freya, you are better than this petty jealousy.”

Freya knew Inari was right, so instead, she grew silent.

“You should go back, your retainer is about to enter the Fantasia world and this situation doesn’t concern us.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll fill you in once I figure out what is going on,” Inari said to her battle sister.

Freya walked towards to the door and turned back one last time to stare at Achilles and the young angel girl who took him away.

Would Charlie feel the same? Or would he fight to get past this and be a better person? I wish I could be like you, my retainer, she thought, feeling disappointed in herself for acting this way.

Would Carmichael feel the same? she thought, remembering how Charlie spoke about him to her.

Now more than anything she wanted the Tryfing to end already.

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Lugh crashed into the side of one of the building in the Tuatha Dé Danann, the Celtic section of the island they resided in. He coughed up blood and moved his body up, trying to gain his senses back. The next thing he sensed was Nuada’s fist punching his stomach, causing more blood to come out of Lugh's mouth.

“Come on! It’s one on one, blow to blow and yet you're losing! Where is Ireland’s favorite child?!”

Lugh grabbed Nuada’s body and summoned thunder around them, shocking Nuada with a powerful attack. Nuada fell towards the ground, landing on his feet.

Lugh’s lighting was always powerful, enough to stun any deity. In the hierarchy of lighting users, Lugh was no. 1, even beating out Zeus and Thor. Although, that could also just be his tricks and lies he spread to make his enemies fear him.

Lugh summoned Gáe Assal, proving to Nuada why his name was “Lugh of the long arm.” The spear was like an extension of himself, the perfect weapon for Lugh.

“I DIDN’T DO IT!” he yelled. “You think a king should be acting like this! I’ll kill you and be the next king, I’LL TAKE THE RESPECT I DESERVE!!!” As he spoke he jumped back far in the air and started to charge the lighting into the spear. His eyes furrowed in savage anger.

Nuada couldn’t let him get far, he needed to always fight Lugh close instead of giving him the advantage of a ranged battle.

“Respect? You mean the respect and honor you stole from me!” Nuada shouted in response as he closed the distance.

Lightning and thunder radiated from the spear; the lighting started to randomly shoot out hitting areas in the Tuatha Dé Danann, the sky of Elysium, and even shot out and hit Nuada in the shoulder. This caused him to slow down and stop for a second as he stared at the trickster's savage eyes.

Lugh reeled the spear up in the air. He pinpointed Nuada’s right shoulder and screamed out,“Ibar!!” throwing the spear like a lightning bolt. It tore through the air, destroying the subspace around it with rapid speed and power, hitting its mark.

Nuada always hated the pain the spear would give, and he screamed out in frustration as the lightning coursed through his body.

This was usually the time that Lugh would summon the spear back into this hand. As Lugh was about to yell his command, Nuada grabbed the spear with both his hands; the lighting burned the skin off of his regular hand, as he held it in place.

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To do what Nuada did took a lot of tenacity and determination to move during this attack. Lugh shouted “Athibar!” and called his spear back. As the spear moved back to its master, Nuada held on and moved with the spear.

Lugh squeezed his fist, causing the spear to produce more lighting to damage Nuada and make him let go, yet he still held on! He was rewarded after all the pain and agony the spear gave him. As he reached Lugh, he punched him in the face and spiked him down into the ground.

Nuada floated in the air and took this chance to recover a little bit of energy. On the ground smoke and debris covered the crater Lugh was currently in. From the smoke a beam of lightning came out of the middle like a torpedo and grazed Nuada's face, as he slightly moved his body to dodge the attack.

Another weapon launched and hit Nuada just as he dodged the spear; it was an iron ball that hit Nuada’s face and twisted, as if it was someone’s fist moving in place. Nuada moved in the air and the ball fell back down.

Lugh caught the ball with a steel cesta, a curved handheld wicker that he placed on his left hand; the iron ball was his cloich tabaill, his slingshot that he’d used to blind Balor’s one eye. He floated back up, grabbing the ball and then playfully throwing it up in place with his right hand.

“Are you done, Nuada, it's only going to get worse for you from here on out! So admit your defeat and give up that pathetic crown!” Lugh said with a smirk on his face. Nuada didn’t say anything and instead, enraged, flew towards Lugh. Lugh then wound up a pitch and threw the iron ball, this time lighting radiating from it.

Nuada wasn’t scared of anything Lugh could throw at him, he just wanted to beat his face in and kill him. It’s why he only used his godsend silver gauntlet on Lugh. He didn’t need anything else, he only wanted to pummel his face in. And erase that trickster grin.

He punched the iron ball and stopped it in the air. Energy rippled all over Elysium when the two godsends clashed, the lightning moved over Nuada’s body again but this time he was used to it and held firm.

Lugh was controlling the cloich tabaill and causing it to produce the lightning ather to shock Nuada; it surprised him how much tenacity Nuada. More so than he ever had before.

Nuada focused his ather into the gem of his silver gauntlet, he screamed, “Solais!!”

Wild ather energy exploded out of Nuada’s arm, like a beam of energy pushing back the cloich tabail to Lugh, who caught it and took the beam attack head on.

Lugh was starting to get worried until he saw the speeding shadow leaping in the air.

Lugh’s trickster smile appeared on his face as he laughed at Nuada. Failinis in his wolf form appeared behind Nuada with his claws and fangs out. He bit into the other side of Nuada’s neck, stopping the Solais attack.

Lugh summoned his spear once again, causing the cloich tabaill and steel cesta to disappear.

He threw the spear at Nuada, who grabbed Failinis and yanked him off his neck. Taking a chunk of his neck and shoulder out, surprising both Lugh and his wolf. The spear was now heading towards Failinis, which caused Lugh to return it into his hand.

Next Lugh flew up and caught Failinis, who turned into his dog form midair for Lugh to catch his familiar much more easier. Nuada appeared in front of Lugh and sent his gauntlet fist down once again towards Lugh's face. Lugh summoned the iron ball in his right hand and clenched it in his fist.

Swinging his arm and using the Iron ball to amplify his punch, the two simultaneously hit each other and fell to the ground. Nuada landed on his feet but struggled to stay up. Lugh had rolled on the ground a bit before ending on his butt. Failinis jumped out and stood in front of lugh, still in dog form growling and barking at Nuada.

Neither was ready to yield. Nuada sucked his teeth, and summoned his sword of light the Claíomh Solais. He didn’t want to use the sword but he needed to make this a true one on one.

Placing the sword into the ground behind him, he whispered out

“Blàr deireannach”

Or final battle, this activated the sword causing it to shine brightly he then pointed to Lugh and whispered “tu”. Lugh tried to escape but he was already caught in the mystical Celtic treasure.

A diamond shaped energy field appeared from the sword and traced the ground. Lugh couldn’t move and the diamond closed around him. It forced Failinis out of the diamond, who tried to claw, head butt, and bite to break through this invisible barrier that Nuada created.

“FAILINIS, ATTACK THE SWORD!” Lugh commanded. His faithful companion ran to disrupt the sword, Nuada focused his energy and summoned his own familiar. That stopped Failinis in his tracks. It was an animal with a white coat and black fur.

“Wha— Aenbharr!” Lugh said

Yes, Lugh’s own horse, Aenbharr, stood by Nuada’s side. Lugh tried to get her to desummon but Aenbharr refused.

Nuada laughed and mocked Lugh with his best trickster grin impression he could give. “Don’t you remember? You said I could take Aenbharr for the Tryfing. For the time being she made a pact with me.”

Lugh and Failinis looked at Aenbharr, who snorted air out of her nostrils. The horse had a face of “settle this between yourselves.”

Nuada’s sword made it so that once the sword was drawn and the phrase “blàr deireannach” (final battle) was uttered, the enemy that Nuada singled out (“tu”) could not escape from a one on one battle.

The battle was one that no godsends could be summoned; it was a fist fight until the last breath. Nuada’s gauntlet lost its abilities when in the diamond and was just a regular gauntlet he used to beat his enemies.

During the rebellion, Nuada had a group of Celtic deities and angels that protected his sword from being disturbed and ruining the one v. one.

“Why so scared, Lugh? Weren’t you the one to say I always tasted defeat by you because I wanted to go blow to blow? Man to man on even playing fields?”

Nuada slammed his fist together, his face full of rage and battle ready. “Prove me wrong then! PROVE TO ME THAT MY DAGDA, MY CELTIC WAY IS WRONG!”

Lugh returned the same face to Nuada but with more anger and annoyance. He took off his cloak and threw it outside the energy diamond, revealing his dark crimson red Celtic chest plate with shoulder pads

“Man, fuck you, Nuada.”

Nuada again mocked a trickster grin at Lugh in response. They rushed towards each other and the brawl commenced. Every fist that connected on one of the Celtics, the other responded back with their own.

Nuada was taller and had longer arms, so he had a big advantage in close combat. Every time Lugh hit Nuada, Nuada hit him harder and was able to throw in an extra hit.

“Why don’t you shapeshift into me? It would make this fight easier for you!” Nuada punched Lugh, who toppled backwards, spitting blood out of his mouth.

He wiped the residual blood off his mouth with his arm and went in to return a devastating punch of his own.

“I DON’T NEED TO BE ANYONE ELSE TO DEFEAT YOU!”

Lugh was struggling and started to feel sluggish, he’d taken a lot of damage before the fight even started. Nuada himself was also different; he was stronger and his rage and hatred pushed him to heights Lugh had never seen from his King.

He wasn’t alternating between offense and defense positions. He was only on the offensive.

“Where was this Nuada when we needed him during the Great Rebellion?!”

“FUCK YOU, LUGH!”

More punches were exchanged between the two, with even more hate backing every punch.

“You could have saved Brigid if you hated our enemies like you hate me!” Lugh punched Nuada in the liver.

“You're the whole reason she died in the first place! She loved you like her brother, and you betrayed her!” Nuada raised his fist and chopped down, punching Lugh in the face. “You took her away from us!”

The two then punched each other simultaneously again and reeled back in pain. They both clenched their fists and went in for another blow, trying to make this the last.

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT!!!!”

The two Celtics screamed as their fists roared. But it was Nuada and his reach that connected. Lugh fell to the floor bleeding profusely. He wasn’t knocked out, no he was trying his best to get up.

The two Celtics were bloodied and bruised, it was as if they had been fighting for eons at this point.

“Get up.”

Nuada towered over Lugh who was trying to push himself up. His arms trembled, shouting out to him to stay down. But Lugh didn’t want to lose to Nuada! He coughed up more blood as his elbow locked up from pushing his body up.

As Nuada stood over Lugh ready to continue the fight, a dome of darkness came around them. This caused the sky and light to be blocked by the dome. As confusion set in, a ghostly figure grabbed the sword and placed it on the ground.

Breaking the blàr deireannach.

Ghostly arms started to come out of the ground grabbed the legs and ankles of Nuada and pulled Lugh away from him. More ghosts appeared, grabbing the two familiars, just in case.

Nuada fought the ghosts off of him, causing more of them to appear and hold him down. It felt like it was never ending.

“That is enough!”

A voice boomed from the top of the building that Lugh had crashed into. More ghosts appeared, bowing towards the voice, while the others were trying their best to stop the fighting deities.

“Like I told you two during the selection ceremony.”

On the roof of the building a big burly figure appeared posed elegantly. Floating near him his favored godsend ghost-catcher eagerly waited to strike as warrior ghosts stood by him bowing with honor and respect. Finally, a celestial white Chinese tiger appeared behind the figure and roared.

“Fighting between deities is against one of the commandants.”

A warden of hell, the king of ghosts, the Chinese death deity Zhong kui had come to end this fight.