Scowling angrily, Kali crosses her six arms and says, So soon! It seems I chose my pawn poorly...

Pouting seductively at the brawny Aesir, the goddess of birth and death murmurs: Don't count her out yet, Odinsson... She is merely being tempered for the coming storm...

Standing in his goat-drawn chariot with lightning flashing off of his hammer, Mjölnir, Thor, god of thunder and friend of mankind, bellows to the five other deities assembled in the Ethereal Plane around a new Game of Mortals: Hail, ye mighty gods and goddesses! I be right honored to play this Game of Mortals with such as thee!

His magnificent goats stamp and bleat, their eyes burning like embers!

Behold mine favored mortal champion: Sven Shieldbreaker! Known among mortals as Sven the Shieldbearer! Born of the Alpine stone and thunder!

Impressive, Lord Thor... Your pawn seems very durable... Capable of withstanding unimaginable agonies...