The Grandmaster sneered. Foolish little gods. They had no idea of what true power was, of what it truly meant to last, the Asgardians least of all the pantheons of the pitiable planet called Earth.
"You certainly took your sweet time, Asgardian," he snapped. "I had almost thought my time was being wasted. But I see you have made your choices. I am not especially impressed. I do hope they look better than they fight."
He snapped his fingers and his own champions appeared. "These ones have been waiting some time to challenge your so-called "Defenders." This one..." He gestured to the one wearing dark armor and carrying a deadly looking axe, "especially."
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