Baldwin IV of Jerusalem vs Týr/Tatsobatso

In the fourth round of Ragnarok, the fighter representing the humans was King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem and the fighter representing the gods was the Norse deity Týr.

## Plot

### Introduction

Goll can barely contain her excitement as Brunnhilde scrolls through her fighters to select the next one following Kojiro utterly embarrassing Ares. She asks Brunnhilde who she's going to bring up next, and Brunnhilde tells her about King Baldwin IV, *"whom they call: the Leper King"*. As she tells Goll about him, he walks into the room wearing his mask and robes. Goll is jumpscared by the sight of him at first, namely his mask, but she calms down when she realizes who he is and why he wears the mask. He and Brunnhilde share their concerns about the next fight, but with a firm grip of her shoulder, Baldwin assures her she has nothing to worry about.

### Fight

Heimdall introduces the two fighters, Baldwin and Týr, and knowing each other's reputations, they both share nods of respect with each other. Following this, Baldwin merges with Mist for their Volundr, and the battle is ready to commence.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays upon the battleground, King Baldwin and Týr faced one another, a tension palpable in the air. Baldwin's armor gleamed despite his physical affliction, a testament to his unwavering determination. He gripped a sword, an embodiment of valor, its blade pulsating with a newfound energy as a result of the Volundr ritual that bound the Valkyrie Mist to the weapon. This divine fusion had granted his blade the power to pierce even gods.

Týr, adorned in celestial armor that shimmered like the Northern Lights, wielded his fabled sword of justice, a blade that had severed the binds of deception and falsehood throughout the ages. His gaze, as piercing as the sword he bore, locked onto Baldwin, acknowledging the mortal's resilience but warning against the arrogance of challenging a god.

The clash began with a roar that shook the very earth beneath them. Baldwin lunged forward, his sword trailing arcs of brilliance as it sliced through the air. Týr met the assault with a swift parry, the ring of metal against metal resonating like a hymn to battle. Each strike was a testament to their skill and determination, echoing the clash of worlds beyond the mere physical realm.

Mist, the Valkyrie merged with Baldwin, granted his strikes an ethereal grace, her presence flowing through his veins like a river of ancient knowledge and battle prowess. His attacks gained a supernatural speed and precision, forcing Týr to unleash his full divine might to defend against the onslaught. The heavens themselves seemed to darken as the powers of mortals and gods collided, lightning streaking across the sky as if the very heavens were torn asunder by their conflict.

Yet, for all Baldwin's newfound power, Týr's experience and godly prowess could not be underestimated. With a powerful swing, Týr shattered Baldwin's guard, sending him sprawling. As Baldwin struggled to his feet, Týr seized the opportunity to close the distance, his sword glowing with a radiance that seemed to pierce the very soul. Baldwin parried desperately, the clash of their weapons sending shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.

As the duel raged on, the clash of human and divine wills reached a crescendo. The ground trembled beneath their feet, the very fabric of reality strained by the energy they unleashed. Baldwin's eyes burned with a fervent fire as he tapped into reserves of strength he never knew he possessed. Mist's presence surged within him, her determination melding with his own, forging an unbreakable bond between mortal and Valkyrie.

But even as the mortal and the Valkyrie fought as one, Týr's righteous fury was unrelenting. With a mighty roar, he channeled the power of justice itself into his sword, the blade's brilliance eclipsing the stars. In a final, blinding clash, Týr's strike overwhelmed Baldwin's defenses, the god-piercing sword cleaving through Mist's divine energy and striking true.

Time seemed to slow as Baldwin fell to his knees, his strength waning as the light of the Valkyrie's essence dimmed within him. Týr stood tall, his sword now radiating a sense of solemn victory. Baldwin's eyes met Týr's, a mixture of respect and acceptance passing between them. As the last vestiges of Mist's energy faded, Baldwin's body slumped to the ground, his life force spent.

The battlefield fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the wind whispering through the aftermath of their cataclysmic clash. Týr gazed down at Baldwin's fallen form, his features a mask of both sorrow and triumph. With a final, solemn nod, Týr turned and departed back into the stadium. The gods all erupt with cheers, feeling as though Ares has been avenged, and all the humans look down in horror at Baldwin who lay dead on the battlefield.

*"AND WITH THAT THE SCORE IS TIED AT 2-2!! IT'S ANYONE'S GAME NOW, FOLKS!!"*

— Heimdall remarking post-battle