The force of contact between the two weapons knocked the combatants away from each other. Pelsdraebe+ was smoking from the heat of the blow, smelling faintly like marijuana. Some part of Anne Frank still existed within the weapon. Tobias made a mental note to himself to pass the axe down to his least favorite son. He then proceeded to glare crossly at his opponent, who returned the gesture in an anime-style staredown, complete with random grunts and growls. Reedus's Dad even gave a couple pleasured moans for some reason.

The sound from their first clash did not go without reapercushions. The noise was like Brokencyde multiplied by Nickelback, with a helping of Creed. It spread to the furthest reaches of space. The universe trembled as a billion salads suddenly cried out, and were frozen. On Asgard the sky was darkening. Storms were brewing. The ground began to quake. Rifts in the earth began to appear, and portals were forming in the clouds. "The convergence is upon us..." Commander Pistols said grimly. "...And Ragnarok will follow."