Adolf Hitler vs Hercules/Tatsobatso

In the fifth round of Ragnarok, the fighter representing the humans was Adolf Hitler and the fighter representing the gods was the Greek deity Hercules.

## Plot

### Introduction

After the last fight didn't go their way, Brunnhilde and Goll scroll through their list of fighters weary, being careful to choose someone strong enough to break the tie they are in with the gods now. Eventually, Brunnhilde makes a decision that flabbergasts Goll: she chooses Adolf Hitler to fight for humanity in the next round. And who does he end up fighting against? None other than his polar opposite: Hercules.

### Fight

Adolf Hitler steps out onto the battlefield and merges his essence with the Valkyrie Skuld, weaving their souls together into an unholy union. In the crucible of this Volundr, Hitler's gun, once an instrument of war, was transmuted into a god-piercing weapon capable of sundering the very fabric of divine existence. His form now bore the ominous marks of his pact - eyes ablaze with an unholy fire and a malevolent aura that seemed to corrode the very air around him.

Across the battlefield stood Hercules, the immortal champion of mankind, embodying valor, strength, and virtue. Clad in the lion's pelt and bearing his fabled club, he exuded an aura of majestic power that inspired awe even in the darkest of hearts. As the two titans locked eyes, the air crackled with tension, and the ground beneath them seemed to shiver in anticipation of the cataclysmic clash that was about to erupt.

The clash of ideologies and power began with a seismic shockwave, as Hitler's blade, now infused with Skuld's essence, cleaved through the air with an eerie precision. Hercules, ever the strategic tactician, parried the blow with his club, the impact resonating like thunder across the battlefield. The clash of metal and myth reverberated, casting ripples of energy that cascaded through the landscape, warping the very fabric of reality.

The skies overhead darkened, as if the heavens themselves were drawn into this monumental struggle. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, mirroring the tumultuous clash below. Hitler, fueled by a nefarious determination and the power of a god he now shared a symbiotic bond with, pressed his assault relentlessly. Each bullet from his gun sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, threatening to fracture the very earth beneath their feet.

Yet, Hercules stood unyielding. With the wisdom of ages and the fortitude of countless battles, he deftly weaved through Hitler's onslaught, his club a blur of motion, an extension of his indomitable will. The blows exchanged were titanic, as if the forces of order and chaos themselves were colliding in an otherworldly ballet of violence.

As the duel raged on, Hercules' resolve remained unbroken. In the crucible of battle, he began to unravel the enigma of Hitler's power, perceiving the tainted bond between mortal and Valkyrie. With the acumen of a sage and the insight of a hero, he exploited the fractures within Hitler's newfound might. Sensing a flaw in the Volundr's foundation, he launched a relentless barrage of strikes that forced Hitler and Skuld onto the defensive.

With each parry and counter, the barrier of Hitler's newfound power weakened. The Valkyrie's essence, once a source of strength, now became a liability as Hercules' onslaught exploited the fracture lines. The malevolent flames that once danced in Hitler's eyes began to falter, replaced by a flicker of desperation. Skuld's presence wavered, and her influence over the god-piercing weapon began to wane.

And in the climax of this cataclysmic struggle, Hercules summoned every ounce of his strength and valor, channeling the might of Olympus itself into a single, titanic blow. With an earth-shaking impact that reverberated through the cosmos, his club struck true, shattering the divine weapon that Hitler and Skuld had forged. The weapon that was once a conduit of destruction now crumbled into a maelstrom of shattered fragments, its power dissipating into the void.

As the weapon disintegrated, the unholy bond between Hitler and Skuld unraveled. The Valkyrie's essence, tainted by Hitler's malevolence, scattered like ashes in the wind. And in that fleeting moment, as the battlefield fell silent, Hercules' resolute gaze met Hitler's faltering eyes. It was a gaze that transcended time and space, a gaze that held the weight of history and the aspirations of humanity.

With a final, defiant roar that echoed across the battlefield, Hercules' club descended upon Hitler with the force of an inexorable fate. The blow landed with a resounding finality, and Hitler's malevolent essence was extinguished, leaving behind only a lingering echo of the darkness he had wrought. Skuld's presence faded, her tale forever intertwined with the twisted saga of a mortal man's ambition.

And so, in the aftermath of the epic duel, the forces of history and myth receded, leaving behind a tableau of cosmic resonance. Hercules stood alone amidst the fading echoes of battle, his lion's pelt billowing in the wind. The skies gradually cleared, and the realm where Hitler's malevolence had once surged was reclaimed by the inexorable tide of time.

In the end, the hero prevailed. Through the clash of blades and the clash of ideals, Hercules emerged as the embodiment of humanity's indomitable spirit. Hitler's malevolence was vanquished, and the Valkyrie's essence faded, a stark reminder of the consequences of wielding powers that sought to sunder the very fabric of creation. The epic duel would be recounted in the annals of history and mythology, a testament to the eternal struggle between light and darkness, heroism and malevolence, and the enduring strength of the human spirit.